| She’s been sleeping on a bed of stone
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| By a window where no light goes
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| She wakes to the row of the traffic rumbling outside
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| Then she remembers her dream and smiles
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| Yeah she smiles
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| On her dress she irons the folds
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| Same way mama told
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| Her brothers and sisters
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| All the way home
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| And proud of the way she fights
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| Hardship alone
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| Some hope that they’ll let go
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| Some hope that they don’t know
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| Which way will the wind blow
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| What will tomorrow bring
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| What will tomorrow bring
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| On her feet from dawn to night
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| Working jobs others don’t like
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| Sometimes she wonders if they know that she’s there
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| The way that they talk to her
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| Look through her stay here
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| Almost all the money she has
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| She saves for the day she returns
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| She goes through leftovers
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| When the market is closed
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| Without caper she knows the police
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| Will send her back home
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| Which side of the road will you land on
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| What end of the card will you pass down
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| Nobody knows there’s no right way
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| Nobody knows there’s no wrong way
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| Aha ha ha
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| Haaha ha
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| Ibi aye yi n gbe mi lo mi o mo
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| (Where life’s taking me, I don’t know)
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| On yi lo o on yi lo o
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| (It's going on and on) |