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Breathe - Imelda May
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Breathe Imelda May

Breathe - Imelda May
Uprooted me, hung from the loop of the tree
Top of the world where I can see you
Lead in my hand punctured the skin
Poisoned the blood that was running within

Down, down on my knees
Where I will weep as my head topples down
At the hands of the cheap
Oh what to do?
Oh what to do?
Oh what to do?

Breathe, breathe
Breathe, breathe

Growin' up, throwin' up
You throttle us choking and smokin' us
Puff cough spit
The ash of the fed as you fled
We burned, you burned as you buried the dead

Oh what to do?
Oh what to do?
Oh what to do?
Oh what to do?
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