The Expatriate Lyrics

(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 Don't be scared to find
The expatriate is moving out of sight
In a satellite state of mind

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

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

Just don't ask how
Just don't ask why
Just don't ask how
Just don't ask why
Just don't ask how
Just don't ask why

Just don't ask

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