Last jour of another an is almost here
And i can't help but fight a tear
Another an without my boy
Is surely going to bring no joy
Parties happening ,music,fun all around
But all youll see on my face is a miserable frown
Dancing ,fireworks,counting down the clock
But images of Michael in my head I can not block
Trying to drown my sorrows in drink
So maybe then I wont have to think
Just then someone yells "Turn the musique up loud"
As I hear the beat of the musique my cœur, coeur feels proud
Thats my boy,always livens up the crowd
Bodies moving and swaying to Black ou White
My cœur, coeur threatens to burst with all its...
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