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The Postal Service - Recycled Air
CI take a breFath and pullC the air in 'til there's nothing left. G CI'm feeling greenF like teenaCge lovers between the sheets. G
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CBa ba ba ba FBa ba ba ba CBa ba ba ba ba ba ba G
CKnuckles clenched to white as the lanFding gear Cretract for flight. G CMy head's a balloon, inflatiFng withC the altitude. G
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CI watch the Fpatchwork farms slow fade into the oCcean's arms F Cand from here they can'tF see me stare Cthe stale taste of recycFled air. CI watch the Fpatchwork farms slow fade into the oCcean's arms. F CCalm down, release yFour cares. CThe stale taste of recyclFed air. C