People Of Tomorrow (feat. Steve Edwards)

Woke up this morning...
Feel like the time is turning..
There's always a reason
So many fires are burning...Yeah

One thing I now...
When you get freedom in your soul
You can't let go, no you can't let go

Because the one good thing about life
Is that you now when something feels right
And we are the people, people of tomorrow...

Ooh...we all just wanna be free..
It's a long hard road and it won't be easy...
But we are...the people of tomorrow...

Ooohh, yeah...Come on
People of tomorrow
People of tomorrow say yeah... Oooh

When there was darkness
Tide up in chains of sorrow
But yesterday has passed
Today we live for tomorrow

We are all human
We all want reachin the sun
Everyone... your time has come

Because the one good thing about life
Is that you now when something feels right
And we are the people, people of tomorrow...

Ooh...we all just wanna be free..
It's a long hard road and it won't be easy...
But we are...the people of tomorrow...

Because the one good thing about life
Is that you now when something feels right
And we are the people, people of tomorrow...

Ooh...we all just wanna be free..
It's a long hard road and it won't be easy...
But we are...the people of tomorrow...

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