Recycled Air - The Postal Service

I take a breath

And pull the air in till there’s nothing left

I’m feeling green

Like teenage lovers between the sheets

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Ba ba ba

Knuckles clenched to white

As the landing gear retract for flight

My head’s a balloon

Inflating with the altitude

Ba ba ba ba

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Ba ba ba

I watch the patchwork farms'

Slow fade into the ocean’s arms

And from here they can’t see me stare

The stale taste of recycled air

I watch the patchwork farms' (I watch)

Slow fade into the ocean’s arms (Slow fade)

Calm down, release your cares (Calm down)

The stale taste of recycled air (Stale taste)