We're what's happening
Nightclubbing, we're nightclubbing
We're an ice machine
We see people, brand new people
They're something to see
When we're nightclubbing
Bright-white clubbing
Oh isn't it wild?

Tinajero tiró la pluma por la borda y se sentó a leer. Allá, a lo lejos, seguía la tormenta.
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