Feelin' Good
What gets me high, what gets me low;
So many things that you could know.
When I wake and bring the love into my day,
It's her who makes me feel this way.
Her smile when she laughs, her eyes when she cries;
These are few of things that make me arise.
What matters is that she makes me conquers,
Anything that can make me stronger;
For me, for her,and for our lives,
To hope that our good future arrives.
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