Hey Gone
this is Henry Maclean And I finished my beutiful flying mashine 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 changed Isn t it we re insane Playing the games that we know end in tears The games we ve been playing for thousands and thousands Point me to this comic flight And throw away the plastic coloured eye I d like to use the static miles that we fly This is my last summarize Point me in the sky and let me fly And if you survive till two thousant and five I hope you re exceedingly thin For if you are stout you will have to breath out While the people around you breathe in
breathe in People blaspheme all I say To something that I hate to say Stooping down to eat the air Breathe careful that you might die
my friend All we ve got to you is goodbye Time will die in your eye And we fly
it s goodbye Point me in the sky and let me fly

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