Someone just told me to leave all my sorrow,
if that is true, I don't know who to be.
Could be these troubles are part of the plan?
Could be I need to just to take a chance?
So I forget what was taken from me,
I will bequeath from the victor your vacancy.
Tell them: these troubles are out of your head.
Tell them: I'm free to use them to clap and dance.
