Words can never make up for what you do

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
So when I trip on my feet
Look at the beat
The words are, written in the sand
When I’m shaking my hips
Look for the swing
The words are written in the air

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