Текст песни Pink Floyd - Point Me In The Sky

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
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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
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

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