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The Postal Service Miscellaneous Recycled Air I take a breath and pull the air in til there's nothing left. I'm feeling green, like teenage lovers between the sheets. Ba ba ba ba Ba ba ba ba Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba! Knuckles clenched to white as the landing gear retract for flight. My head's a balloon, inflating with the altitude. Ba ba ba ba Ba ba ba ba Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba! I watch the patchwork farms, 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 state taste of recycled air. |
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