آهنگ: The Flaming Lips. Clouds Taste Metallic. They Punctured My Yolk.

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They never called me up to the tower, we have it to them, they had the power,
and power is the thing that made you take off from me...
We trained hard for the mission, all floating over, though we're in zero gravity
Now I'm left here on the landing, the rockets flame boost,
as it's leaving without me, and you go off in the sky.
Good-bye. Good-bye.
Look at the clouds burst, they're growing taller,
and as yer ship leaves in the distance my world gets smaller,
and it takes you worlds away, a million light years from me...
Oh, Oh, Oh