The Postal Service - Recycled Air

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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.

Chorus:
C
Ba ba ba ba
F
Ba ba ba ba
C                    G
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba

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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
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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.