Idioma Origen:
There´s a fever
On the freeway
In the morning
In the morning
And the lover
Smiling for me
Without warning
Without warning
There´s an outlaw
On the highway
And she´s falling
And she´s falling
Man I must have been blind
To carry a torch
For most of my life
These days I´m hanging around
You´re out of my heart
And out of my town
There´s a fever
On the freeway
In the morning
In the morning
And the lover
Smiling for me
While she´s falling
While she´s falling
Man I must have been blind
To carry a torch
For most of my life
These days I´m hanging around
You´re out of my heart
And out of my town
There´s a fever
On the freeway
In the morning
In the morning
And the lover
Smiling for me
Without warning
Without warning
Man I must have been blind
To carry a torch
For most of my life
These days I´m hanging around
You´re out of my heart
And out of my town
Idioma Destino:
There´s a fever
On the freeway
In the morning
In the morning
And the lover
Smiling for me
Without warning
Without warning
There´s an outlaw
On the highway
And she´s falling
And she´s falling
Man I must have been blind
To carry a torch
For most of my life
These days I´m hanging around
You´re out of my heart
And out of my town
There´s a fever
On the freeway
In the morning
In the morning
And the lover
Smiling for me
While she´s falling
While she´s falling
Man I must have been blind
To carry a torch
For most of my life
These days I´m hanging around
You´re out of my heart
And out of my town
There´s a fever
On the freeway
In the morning
In the morning
And the lover
Smiling for me
Without warning
Without warning
Man I must have been blind
To carry a torch
For most of my life
These days I´m hanging around
You´re out of my heart
And out of my town