| Working for a living, working for some peace of mind
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| Working for the freedom which you’ll never find
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| Working for survival, working for the middle man
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| You live in times that weigh you down
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| Times that shake this land
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| Florence, you’re a face among a million more
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| You pray for something better than those dusty floors
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| Florence, you’re a leader, there’s not many of us born
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| You’re a lover, fighter, mother, keeper of the dawn
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| Another year will pass, another temporary home
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| Another child is raised, another seed is sawn
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| You look towards the heavens, keep your feet upon the ground
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| Do you remember how it was before you lost that round?
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| Florence, you’re a face among a million more
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| You pray for something better than those dusty floors
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| Florence, you’re a leader, there’s not many of us born
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| You’re a lover, fighter, mother, keeper of the dawn
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| You’ll survive another storm
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| You’ll survive so many more
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| Working for a living, working for some peace of mind
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| Working for the freedom which you’ll never find
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| You look towards the heavens, keep your feet upon the ground
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| Do you remember how it was before you lost that round?
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| Florence, you’re a face among a million more
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| You pray for something better than those dusty floors
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| Florence, you’re a leader, there’s not many of us born
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| You’re a lover, fighter, mother, keeper of the dawn
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| Florence, you’re a face among a million more
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| You pray for something better than those dusty floors
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| Florence, you’re a leader, there’s not many of us born
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| You’re a lover, fighter, mother, keeper of the dawn |