You know it's not that bad
and I can see you in the morning.
Combing your black hair,
Well, you'll just come to tell,
"I know when it ends."
So, come on girl.
'Cause you will learn to get ahead.
We have nothing to lose,
And we can hold the weight of it.
If we wait for summer,
It will be better than this.
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