Magnetic Fields - Nothing Matters When We're Dancing Lyrics
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Nothing Matters When We're Dancing
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What Are The Lyrics For Nothing Matters When We're Dancing By Magnetic Fields?
Dance with me, my old friend
Once before we go Let's pretend this song won't end And we never have to go home And we'll dance along the chandeliers And nothing matters when we're dancing (When we're dancing) In tatter-tatters you're entrancing (You're entrancing) Be we in Paris or in Lansing (Or in Lansing) Nothing matters when we're dancing (When we're dancing) (Nothing matters when we're dancing) You've never been more beautiful Your eyes like two full moons As here in this poor old dance hall Among the dreadful twos The awful songs we don't even hear And nothing matters when we're dancing (When we're dancing) In tatter-tatters you're entrancing (You're entrancing) Be we in Paris or in Lansing (Or in Lansing) Nothing matters when we're dancing (Wehen we're dancing) (Nothing matters when we're dancing) And nothing matters when we're dancing (When we're dancing) In tatter-tatters you're entrancing (You're entrancing) Be we in Paris or in Lansing (Or in Lansing) Nothing matters when we're dancing (When we're dancing) Nothing matters when we're dancing |
Who Wrote Nothing Matters When We're Dancing By Magnetic Fields?
Stephin Merritt
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What's The Duration Of The Nothing Matters When We're Dancing By Magnetic Fields?The duration of Nothing Matters When We're Dancing is 3:07 minutes and seconds. |
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