I saw a picture on the internet
You we're rising like a flame
It captured your pride
And determination
And you broke through the police lines
And you made it to the square
And there's something that connects us
You can smell it in the air
When they murdered Alexandros
The banks began to burn
They patrolled the streets but you were there
At every turn
And the world will not soon forget
What happened there
And there's something that connects us
You can smell it in the air
Heard about the Friday marches
From a friend of a friend
Said you'd been murdered and jailed
And you'd come back again
Said you'd stared into the soldiers eyes
And they didn't seem to care
And there's something that connects us
You can smell it in the air
I saw a picture on the internet
You we're rising like a flame
And the water from the hoses
Poured down like rain
Barricades went up at Taksim
There was vomit everywhere
There's something that connects us
You can smell it in the air
Heard you didn't stop marching
Like it was 1965
And your so-called leaders flew to town
To keep you in line
And you broke the curfew openly
And your hands were in the air
And there's something that connects us
You can smell it in the air
You we're rising like a flame
It captured your pride
And determination
And you broke through the police lines
And you made it to the square
And there's something that connects us
You can smell it in the air
When they murdered Alexandros
The banks began to burn
They patrolled the streets but you were there
At every turn
And the world will not soon forget
What happened there
And there's something that connects us
You can smell it in the air
Heard about the Friday marches
From a friend of a friend
Said you'd been murdered and jailed
And you'd come back again
Said you'd stared into the soldiers eyes
And they didn't seem to care
And there's something that connects us
You can smell it in the air
I saw a picture on the internet
You we're rising like a flame
And the water from the hoses
Poured down like rain
Barricades went up at Taksim
There was vomit everywhere
There's something that connects us
You can smell it in the air
Heard you didn't stop marching
Like it was 1965
And your so-called leaders flew to town
To keep you in line
And you broke the curfew openly
And your hands were in the air
And there's something that connects us
You can smell it in the air
Contributed by adriana - 2018/3/17 - 08:46
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