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I’m 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 know my soul and spirit flown And it glows like the morning lawn oh Closer to the people bring me closer to the people Gotta get to the bebop playing with my mind I was hit like a dead haunted by a lullaby 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 troubled night Closer to the people bring me closer to the people When I look up to heaven and I see the climb Every step heightens brightly the parallel of old rag time Closer to the people bring me closer to the people Closer to the people bring me closer to the people Closer to the people bring me closer to the people Closer to the people bring me closer to the people Closer to the people bring me closer to the people Closer to the people bring me closer to the people Closer to the people bring me closer to the people Closer to the people bring me closer to the no Aus Songtexte Mania