Downtown's
been caught by the histeria; people scream and shout. A generation's on the
move when disco spreads like bacteria. These lonely days are out; welcome the
passion of the Groove. The golden years, the silver tears. You wore a tie like
Richard Gere. I wanna get down. You spin me around, I stand on the borderline.
Crying at the discoteque...
Crying at the discoteque, de Alcazar.
Pdt. Queda inaugurado oficialmente el tiempo de navidad, felicidad para todos...
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