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. REFRÃO:C Ba ba ba baF Ba ba ba baC G Ba ba ba ba ba ba baC 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. REFRÃOC F C F I watch the patchwork farms slow fade into the ocean's armsC F and from here they can't see me stareC 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.
Recycled Air
The Postal Service
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