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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
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
"You're next sir" becomes a cruel taunt to you
Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant
Your god is a two door elevator
"You're next sir" becomes a cruel taunt to you
Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant
Your god is a two door elevator