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, babyIsn't it strange
How little we change
Isn't it sad we're insane
Playing the games that we know and in tears
The games we've been playing for thousands and thousands andPointing to the cosmic glider
Pull this plastic glider higher
Light the fuse and stand right back
He cried, This is my last good-byePoint me at the sky and tell it fly
Point me at the sky and tell it fly
Point me at the sky and tell it flyAnd 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 inPeople pressing on might say
It's something that I hate to say
I'm slipping down to eat the ground
A little refuge on my brainPoint me at the sky and tell it fly
Point me at the sky and tell it fly
Point me at the sky and tell it flyAnd 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

Composição: David Gilmour / Roger Waters.

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Thiago Rosa
Thiago Rosa

Meu Nome é Thiago Rosa tenho 35 anos, residente em Itapeva - MG Sul de Minas e sou criador do site Chemical Music. Nosso site é voltado para todas as coisas relacionadas à música.

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