Hot Chip - Don't Dance Lyrics
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Don't Dance
Don't Dance Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Don't Dance By Hot Chip?
Here comes the evil man
Pray for their lives, you'll end Smashing though he throws Like I'm losing with my wings in orbit Try my best to make the moment awesome If you remember not to tread with caution I'll make your body speak in full distortion I can't sleep at night, I fear death's warning I keep afloat by holding tide so cautious Somebody dragged me here, I'm trapped with wild horses And now I'm losing and my heart is nauseous [Chorus] Don't dance, don't dance, don't dance, don't dance Don't dance, don't dance, don't dance, don't dance Don't dance, don't dance, don't dance, don't dance Don't dance, don't dance, don't dance, don't dance You can't win Where there's freedom, there's freedom, is this freedom? (Don't dance, don't dance, don't dance, don't dance) Where there's freedom, there's freedom, is this freedom? (Don't dance, don't dance, don't dance, don't dance) Where there's freedom, there's freedom, is this freedom? (Don't dance, don't dance, don't dance, don't dance) Where there's freedom, there's freedom, is this freedom? Papa's left, papa's left, papa's gone away from here What is left in it's place? Only our aching feet You can see, you can see, is there an exit here? I believe, I believe we're gonna leave this here [Chorus] You can't dance |
Who Wrote Don't Dance By Hot Chip?
Al Doyle, Alexis Benjamin Taylor, Felix Martin, Joseph Goddard, Owen Clarke
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What's The Duration Of The Don't Dance By Hot Chip?The duration of Don't Dance is 4:42 minutes and seconds. |
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