Pink Floyd
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Hey, Jean
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

Pointing to this cosmic glider
"Pull this plastic glider higher
And light the fuse and stand well back"
He cried, "This is my last good-bye."

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
(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
(Point me at the sky and let it fly)
Point me at the sky and let it fly
(Poin me at the sky and let it fly)
Point me at the sky and let it fly

And all we've got to say to you is good-bye
It's time to go, better run and get your bags, it's good-bye
Nobody cry, it's good-bye
Crash, crash, crash, crash, good-bye...


Mirror lyrics:

Crash, crash, crash, crash, good-bye...
Nobody cry, it's good-bye
It's time to go, better run and get your bags, it's good-bye
And all we've got to say to you is good-bye

Point me at the sky and let it fly
(Poin 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)
Point me at the sky and let it fly

Little capsules on my plate
Sitting down to eat with only
Something that I hate and so is
People pressing on my sides is

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

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

He cried, "This is my last good-bye."
And light the fuse and stand well back"
"Pull this plastic glider higher
Pointing to this cosmic glider

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

And hide with me, baby
You'd like to fly with me
That I'm leaving and maybe
And I'm ringing to say
And I've finished my beautiful flying machine
This is Henry McClean
Hey, Jean


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