You breathe it in, you blow it out;
     You breathe it in again
And it isn't sunshine, isn't fog
     And I know it isn't rain.

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The winds all blow it round our world;
     It travels everywhere.
It's blown around the chimney tops
      And you'll know we call it air.

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It's blown round towns and villages.
     It's blown around the sea
And in the air is oxygen -
     That's something you can't see.

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Without this very special thing
     We'd die and that's for sure,
And it's freely given to us all -
    To rich and also poor.

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It's the most important thing in life
     For everything on earth
And you will need it - lots of it -
     From the moment of your birth.

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