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Dance, Dance, Dance
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Having troubles telling how I feel
But I can dance, dance, dance
Couldn't possibly tell you how I mean
But I can dance, dance, dance
full lyrics... 
Having troubles telling how I feel
But I can dance, dance, dance
Couldn't possibly tell you how I mean
But I can dance, dance, dance
full lyrics... 
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Features Of This Song
acoustic rock instrumentation
a subtle use of vocal harmony
repetitive melodic phrasing
extensive vamping
major key tonality
a vocal-centric aesthetic
solo strings

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Dance, dance, dance, dance
The words are written in the dust
Dance, dance, dance
(I was a dancer all along)
Couldn't possibly tell you how I mean
Oh, I was a dancer all along
Words can never make up for what you do
I was a dancer all along
But I can dance, dance, dance
Look at the ground
Dance, dance, dance, dance
My hips, they lie 'cause in reality, aye
Dance, dance, dance
When I'm shaking my hips
Words can never make up for what you do
The words are written in the air
I was a dancer all along
But when I trip on my feet
Dance, dance, dance
Publisher: EMI MUSIC PUBLISHING SCANDINAVIA AB
Look for the swing
(No, words can never make up for what you do)
When I'm shaking my hips
I was a dancer all along
Oh, dance
Oh, dance
I'm shy, shy, shy
Having troubles telling how I feel
No, I'm shy, shy, shy
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Words can never make up for what you do
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Songwriters: Lykke Li, Bjorn Daniel Yttling
So when I trip on my feet
Words can never make up for what you do
It was all written in the air
Look at the beat
Easy conversations, no such thing
But I can dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Look for the swing
It was all written in the sand
Dance, dance, dance
Oh, dance
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