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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizePoint Me At The Sky
Hey jean misses henry mcleanAn' I finished my beautiful flying machineAn' I'm ringing to say that I'm leavingAn' maybe you'd like to fly with me and hide with me babyIsn't it strange how little we changeIsn't it sad we're insanePlaying the game that we know ends in tearsThe game we've been playingFor thousands and thousands and thousandsJumps into his cosmic flyerPulls his plastic collar higherLight the fuse and stand well back, he criedThis is my last goodbyePoint me at the sky and let it flyAnd if you survive 'till two thousand and fiveI hope you're exceedingly thinFor if you are stout you will have to breathe outWhile the people around youBreathe in, breathe in, breathe inPeople pressing on my sides is something that I hateAnd so is sitting down to eatWith only little capsules on my platePoint me at the sky and let it flyAll we got to say to you is good bye
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