It´s ten o´clock, the night grow darker
Some friends of mine come to carry me away
I´m ready waiting for them
And when we dance entering to the disco...
*Everybody is praying on their knees
Thanking the marvel of its existence
There´s nothing better than drink something with colour pills
Nothing better than went away with someone you don´t even know
Nothing better than the music pounding so loud to let you deaf*
Come on everybody, get on their knees
And flatter this incredible trip
We should be thankful for all what it gave us
*Chorus
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