[ti:Recycled Air]
[ar:The Postal Service]
[al:Given up]
[00:00.00] 作词 : Gibbard, Postal Service
[00:34.49]I take a breath and pull the air in 'til there's nothing left
[00:44.44]I'm feeling green like teenage lovers between the sheets
[00:53.61]Ba ba ba ba ...[x6]
[01:13.18]Knuckles clenched to white as the landing gear retract for flight
[01:22.84]My head's a balloon inflating with the altitude
[01:32.32]Ba ba ba ba...[x6]
[02:10.73]I watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into the ocean's arms
[02:20.45]And from here they can't see me stare
[02:25.03]The stale taste of recycled air
[02:29.91]I watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into the ocean's arms
[02:39.53]Calm down, release your cares
[02:44.35]The stale taste of recycled air
[03:47.54]I watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into the ocean's arms
[03:56.92]And from here they can't see me stare
[04:01.55]The stale taste of recycled air
[04:06.52]I watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into the ocean's arms
[04:16.04]Calm down, release your cares
[04:20.81]The stale taste of recycled air
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