Lyrics Closer to the People - Tanita Tikaram

Just a poor girl trying to be free
Can you follow me
I'm just a poor girl trying to be free
I'm not made of rags and bone
I want my soul and spirit flown
And the glory that's the morning of our own

Closer to the people
Bring me
Closer to the people

Gotta get
To the people
Playing with my mind
I was hip
Like o'day
Haunted by a lul-la-bye

Closer to the people
Bring me
Closer to the people

Gotta get
To the living
On the other side
When they shout
When they holler
Don't leave me in this double night

Closer to the people
Bring me
Closer to the people

When I look up to heaven
And I see the climb
Every step
I dance brightly
La Pas Ma La of old ragtime

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To the
People
Bring me
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People bring me
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People bring me
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