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[ti:Recycled Air] |
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[ar:The Postal Service] |
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[al:Given up] |
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作词 : Gibbard, Postal Service |
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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 |
| [00:53.61]Ba ba ba ba ...[x6] |
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Knuckles clenched to white as the landing gear retract for flight |
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My head's a balloon inflating with the altitude |
| [01:32.32]Ba ba ba ba...[x6] |
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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 |
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The stale taste of recycled air |
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I watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into the ocean's arms |
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Calm down, release your cares |
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The stale taste of recycled air |
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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 |
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The stale taste of recycled air |
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I watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into the ocean's arms |
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Calm down, release your cares |
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The stale taste of recycled air |
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