Last dag of another jaar is almost here
And i can't help but fight a tear
Another jaar 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 afbeeldingen 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 muziek up loud"
As I hear the beat of the muziek my hart-, hart feels proud
Thats my boy,always livens up the crowd
Bodies moving and swaying to Black of White
My hart-, hart threatens to burst with all its...
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