Making out we've got the radio on
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
Racing shadows in the moonlight
Through the desert on a hot night
And for a second there we'd won
Yeah we were innocent and young
Soy yo. Ya soy yo. Me pasó el trapo totalmente.
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