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91612
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I take a breath
And pull the air in until there's nothing left
I'm feeling green
Like teenage lovers between the sheets
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 . . .
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 stale taste of recycled air
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