The Expatriate by Diorama
(Send me off to a foreign land
Where I'm kept alive to be president)
Marooned and shipwrecked
In the backrooms for the previleged elite
Overwhelmed with pleasantries
Winning hearts with some
Recycled phrases fogging on my voice
Waiting for the dark to come
Today it's too late
But tomorrow I'll make history
Do you hear the bells up in the sky?
I know you will wait
'Cause tomorrow I'll make history
Just don't ask how
Just don't ask why
The mistakes are all there
Waiting to be made
Shall we begin?
The mistakes are all there
Waiting to be made
Review my record
There's no challenge, no objective I refuse
You get me gift-wrapped anytime
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