There is a choreography in traffic jams A weird poetry in people walking by There is music in the streets And harmony in machines There's every thing I need to do A little dance for me
So come on, do a little dance for me.
8.00 a.m., por Madrid corre una brisa cojonuda de las de párate y observa.
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