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Point me at the sky
   ------Pink Floyd

Hey Eugene
This is Henry McClean
And I've finished my beautiful flying machine

And I'm ringing to say
That I'm leaving and maybe
You'd like to fly with me
And hide with me, baby

Isn't it strange
how little we change.
Isn't it sad we're insane
Playing the games that we know end in tears.
The games we've been playing
For thousands and thousands and thousands

Jumped into his cosmic flyer
"Pull this plastic glider higher.
Light the fuse and stand well back," he cried,
"This is my last goodbye."

Point me at the sky and let it fly
Point me at the sky and let it fly
Point me at the sky and let it fly


And if you survive till two thousand and five
I hope you're exceedingly thin
For if you are stout you will have to breathe out
While the people around you breathe in (breathe in... breathe in... breathe in...)

People pressing on my sides is something that I hate
And so is sitting down to eat with only little capsules on my plate
Point me at the sky and let it fly

All we've got to say to you is goodbye
Time flew by while you were sitting on your bag
It's goodbye
Hey Eugene, look at the screen
It's goodbye
We can hang out of the way
It's goodbye
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