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Nothing beats a break away from your stressful life in a local park. The park serves as a gathering place for people out and about in the world as well as providing cities with some much needed fresh air.
Warning:
WARNING! This building is VERY UNSAFE and might collapse at any time! It is severely dilapidated. Get out of here before you get hurt!
Note from the Management
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, 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
Jumps into his cosmic flyer
Pulled his plastic collar higher
Light the fuse and stand right back
He cried
This is my last goodbye
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