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