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Thirty-Five Thousand Feet of Despair - The Flaming Lips (烈焰红唇)
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
Why is it so high Why is it so much