| Dance with me, my old friend
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| Once before we go
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| Let’s pretend this song won’t end
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| And we never have to go home
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| And we’ll dance among the chandeliers
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| And nothing matters when we’re dancing
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| In tat or tatters you’re entrancing
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| Be we in Paris or in Lansing
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| Nothing matters when we’re dancing
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| You’ve never been more beautiful
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| Your eyes like two full moons
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| As here in this poor old dance hall
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| Among the dreadful tunes
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| The awful songs we don’t even hear
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| And nothing matters when we’re dancing
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| In tat or tatters you’re entrancing
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| Be we in Paris or in Lansing
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| Nothing matters when we’re dancing
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| And nothing matters when we’re dancing
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| In tat or tatters you’re entrancing
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| Be we in Paris or in Lansing
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| Nothing matters when we’re dancing
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| And nothing matters when we’re dancing
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| In tat or tatters you’re entrancing
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| Be we in Paris or in Lansing
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| Nothing matters when we’re dancing
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| Nothing matters when we’re dancing |