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T. Mancuso – Dances With Herself lyrics
She walks down a lover's lane
But it's all the same
She's been there before
Inside of her cold blue eyes
Lies a frozen tear
From a thousand years ago
It's no use to try and hide
There's a hole inside
That brings her 'round to face
Alone in her lonely world
She's the only girl
Trying to find her place
She lives on the telephone line
Says she's wasting her time
Cause she knows it can't be helped
She sleeps in a pile of dreams
Torn apart at the seams
And she dances with herself
She walks down a lover's lane
But it's all the same
She's been there before
Inside of her cold blue eyes
Lies a frozen tear
From a thousand years ago
She lives on the telephone line
Says she's wasting her time
But she knows it can't be helped
She sleeps in a pile of dreams
Torn apart at the seams
And she dances with herself
She lives on the telephone line
Says she's wasting her time
Cause she knows it can't be helped
She sleeps in a pile of dreams
Torn apart at the seams
And she dances with herself
And she dances with herself
And she dances with herself
But it's all the same
She's been there before
Inside of her cold blue eyes
Lies a frozen tear
From a thousand years ago
It's no use to try and hide
There's a hole inside
That brings her 'round to face
Alone in her lonely world
She's the only girl
Trying to find her place
She lives on the telephone line
Says she's wasting her time
Cause she knows it can't be helped
She sleeps in a pile of dreams
Torn apart at the seams
And she dances with herself
She walks down a lover's lane
But it's all the same
She's been there before
Inside of her cold blue eyes
Lies a frozen tear
From a thousand years ago
She lives on the telephone line
Says she's wasting her time
But she knows it can't be helped
She sleeps in a pile of dreams
Torn apart at the seams
And she dances with herself
She lives on the telephone line
Says she's wasting her time
Cause she knows it can't be helped
She sleeps in a pile of dreams
Torn apart at the seams
And she dances with herself
And she dances with herself
And she dances with herself
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