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All this air is getting so thick With sick, powerful people, taking the open space all away Concrete on the parks, we use to play Imprison the mind until those dreams start to fade We're fighting for oxygen Suffocating on the stuff they make us breath. We're fighting for oxygen Make like the trees but, denied the ability to leave. We're fighting for oxygen They sold the air for a lot of corporate greed. You wouldn't understand all the hands Shaking ***** plans behind closed doors You wouldn't understand all the rich Switching winning sides of a poor man's war. How can I respect this beautiful land When it's governed by grease-palmed ****** How can I respect these political felons While I'm just fighting for oxygen? They tell me to take a stand for what's right In this place I still call free They tell me to take a stand "But only if it holds the same view as me" I'm looking up to stars, light years from this place Aligned to show a for sale sign on my face They'd sell the earth I enjoyed living in And make me fight for this oxygen
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Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 1:00 AM UTC
Fighting for Oxygen
All this air is getting so thick With sick, powerful people, taking the open space all away Concrete on the parks, we use to play Imprison the mind until those dreams start to fade We're fighting for oxygen Suffocating on the stuff they make us breath. We're fighting for oxygen Make like the trees but, denied the ability to leave. We're fighting for oxygen They sold the air for a lot of corporate greed. You wouldn't understand all the hands Shaking ***** plans behind closed doors You wouldn't understand all the rich Switching winning sides of a poor man's war. How can I respect this beautiful land When it's governed by grease-palmed ****** How can I respect these political felons While I'm just fighting for oxygen? They tell me to take a stand for what's right In this place I still call free They tell me to take a stand "But only if it holds the same view as me" I'm looking up to stars, light years from this place Aligned to show a for sale sign on my face They'd sell the earth I enjoyed living in And make me fight for this oxygen
ryan-maroni
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Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 1:00 AM UTC
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