Sailing the high tides
Putting all my sorrows aside
In my favorite make up and 6inch high heels
I will still smile.
In this episode
I have nothing left in my pocket
Broken Souls with no hope
Hearts with no love
Veins with no blood
Heads with no brain,
I never gave up,
In this next episode
I will Still wear my favorite make up I lost,
Pink lipstick, and my 6inch high heels, I swear
This is not just about me, it's about us
Surely we will dance the favorite song again.
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