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Now this is the type of dance anthem Kelly Llorenna needs to stop tanning for a second and record. I could not get enough of this song during my mini-Euro trip. I heard it almost every day on the radio in the car (I never set foot in a club of any kind, but do not get me started), and used its thumping euphoria as a means of understanding what heroine addicts have to go through on a daily basis - call me Britney, but I just wanted more. I aslo can't believe
Peter Luts is of Lasgo-fame - I used to totally fancy him from the Alone video (and, yes, I still would).
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