Un sentimiento humano ante incongruencias y desgano ante sinsabores vivenciales.
What a night for a dance,
What a night for a dance,
You know I'm a dancing machine
With a fire in my bones
And the sweet taste of kerosene
I get lost in the night
With a fire in my bones
And the sweet taste of kerosene
I get lost in the night
So high I don't want to come down
To face the loss
Of the good thing
That I had found
To face the loss
Of the good thing
That I had found
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