Перевод песни The Flaming Lips – Thirty-Five Thousand Feet of Despair
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Another moth disintegrates hovering in the beam of a searchlights that’s looking for a trace of a plane whose pilot it’s a shame has gone insane. You can see the silhouette across the moon he hung himself mid-flight in the bathroom. Why is it so high? Why is it so much?