Point Me At The Sky Teclado

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Hey Eugene this is Henry McLean an' I finished my beautiful flying machine  
        C                       G  
An' I'm ringing to say that I'm leaving  
                F                       D  
An' maybe you'd like to fly with me and hide with me baby  
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Isn't it strange how little we change, isn't it sad we're insane  
C                        G  
Playing the game that we know ends in tears  
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The game we've been playing for thousands and thousands and thousands  
F#m                          A  
Jumps into his cosmic flyer, "Pull this plastic glider higher,  
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Light the fuse and stand well back," he cried, "This is my last goodbye."  
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Point me at the sky and let it fly  
D                              G  
Point me at the sky and let it fly  
D                              G   A  
Point me at the sky and let it fly....  
  
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And if you survive 'till two thousand and five I hope you're exceedingly thin  
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For if you are stout you will have to breathe out  
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While the people around you breathe in, breathe in, breathe in  
F#m                            A  
People pressing on my sides is something that I hate  
          D                             C#  
And so is sitting down to eat with only little capsules on my plate  
D                              G  
Point me at the sky and let it fly  
D                              G  
Point me at the sky and let it fly  
D                              G   A  
Point me at the sky and let it fly... 

D                              G 
All we've got to say to you is goodbye 
D 
Time flew by while you were sitting on your bag 
G 
It's goodbye 
D 
Hey Eugene, look at the screen 
G 
It's goodbye 
D 
We can hang out of the way 
G 
It's goodbye 
D 
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