I take a breath and pull the air in 'til there's nothing left
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I'm feeling green like teenage lovers between the sheets
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Ba ba ba ba...
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Knuckles clenched to white as the landing gear retract for flight
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My head's a balloon inflating with the altitude
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Ba ba ba ba...
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I watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into the ocean's arms
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And from here they can't see me stare
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The stale taste of recycled air
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I watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into the ocean's arms
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Calm down, release your cares
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The stale taste of recycled air
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Recycled Air
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| The Postal Service |
