And he's left with his four walls, his aching head,
his silent phone.All day long she's waiting for
the night to ask her outTo be somebody's
dancer, to get lost inside a crowd
There‘s no need to talk, because the music
is so loud,Till a taxi drops her back into a
morning full of doubts.
All day long she's waiting for the night
to ask her out To be somebody's dancer.
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