| Hear me, women and wives
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| Hear me, husband and lovers
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| What we do with our lives
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| Seems to matter to others
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| Some of them may follow
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| Roads that we run down
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| Chasing tomorrow
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| Many choices to make
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| Many chains to unravel
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| Every path that we take
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| Makes it harder to travel
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| Laughter turned to sorrow
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| Doesn’t get me down
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| Chasing tomorrow
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| When tomorrow comes around
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| You’ll be looking at the future
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| So keep your feet up off the ground
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| And get ready to run
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| Now hear me, mothers and men
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| Hear me, sisters and brothers
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| Teach your children and then
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| Make 'em pass it to others
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| Some of them may borrow
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| Tears you hand them down
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| Chasing tomorrow
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| Hear me, women and wives
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| Hear me, husband and lovers
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| What we do with our lives
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| Seems to matter to others
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| Some of them may follow
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| Roads that we run down
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| Chasing tomorrow
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| Get ready to run
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| Chasing tomorrow
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| Get ready to run |