I take a breath
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and pull the air in 'til
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there's nothing left
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I'm feeling green like
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teenage lovers between
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the sheets
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ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
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knuckles clenched to white
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as the landing gear
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retract for flight
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my head's a balloon
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inflating with the altitude
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ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
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I watch the patchwork farms'
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slow fade
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into the ocean's arms
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and from here
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they can't see me stare
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the stale taste
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of recycled air I watch
|
the patchwork farms' slow fade
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into the ocean's arms calm down
|
release your cares
|
the stale taste
|
of recycled air
|
<Interlude>
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I watch the patchwork farms'
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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' slow fade
|
into the ocean's arms calm down
|
release your cares
|
the stale taste
|
of recycled air
|
could
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never be loved
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White guts
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white wall tires
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floor plush
|
it's so fire
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brains blowed sittin on dubs
|
come through could
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never be loved
|
White guts
|
white wall tires
|
floor plush
|
it's so fire
|
brains blowed sittin on dubs
|
come through could
|
never be loved
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C a d i l l a c you and me
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will grey so cleanly
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C a d i l l a c blowing smoke
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so high and freely
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C a d i l l a c you and me uh
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blowing smoke so high and freely
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Recycled Air
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| Postal Service |
