| Our brother’s name was George
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| And he walked into the store
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| Because his money was low
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| They called him a criminal
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| And they called authorities
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| They put hands cuffs on me
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| And when I tried to explain
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| They responded with a knee
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| I can’t breathe
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| Your hate is choking the life out of me
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| This suppose to be the land of the free
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| He looked at me
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| I can’t breathe
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| Whoa, whoa
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| And I know I’m a strong black man
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| But please, don’t be afraid of what you see
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| Just like you I’m trying to raise my family
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| Remove your knee
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| 'Cause I can’t breathe
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| And we demand a change
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| We demand it right now
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| And the blood of the innocent
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| Is crying from the ground
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| 400 years of slavery
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| Clinging to a dream
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| When will reparations come?
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| When will freedom ring?
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| I can’t breathe
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| Oh, your hatred is choking the life out of me
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| This suppose to be the land of the free
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| But look at me
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| I can’t breathe
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Minneapolis, I’m praying for ya
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| Breathe
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| Oh, New York City, I’m praying for ya
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| Oh, breathe
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| I’m gonna tell my brothers and sisters in Detroit City
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| Oh, Detroit, breathe
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| Ooh, ATL, Louisville, Tennessee
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| Boston, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| You gotta breathe, you gotta breathe, you gotta breathe
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| You gotta breathe, you gotta breathe, you gotta breathe
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| Birmingham, Alabama, Louisiana, hey, you gotta breathe
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| From Texas to L.A., from Florida to the Bay
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| In North Carolina, South Carolina, Philadelphia, you gotta breathe
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| Chicago, Ohio, San Francisco, people all over the world
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| From Africa to the U.K.
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| Whoa, breathe
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| Whoa, breathe
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| Breathe
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| Whoa |