| I look down from my window
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| To the island where I’m held
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| Listen while you’re sleeping
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| Darkness is itself
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| Tomorrow I am disappearing
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| Cause the trees are amplified
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| Never ending broadcasts
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| To which I do not aspire
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| Kid the mausoleum has fallen
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| And the perfect avenues
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| Will seem empty without you
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| And the pink light that bathed the great leaders is fading
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| By the time your sun is rising there
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| Out here it’s turning blue
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| The silver rockets coming
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| And the cherry trees of Pyongyang
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| I’m leaving
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| I feel like I am floating
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| Processed in auto tune
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| The never ending roll on
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| To the palace of the doomed
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| The temperature keeps falling
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| Soon there will be no lights
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| Just a red glow and a glass coffin
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| Watched by someone through the night
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| Kid the mausoleum has fallen
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| And the perfect avenues
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| Will seem empty without you
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| And the pink light that bathed the great leaders is fading
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| By the time your sun is rising there
|
| Out here it’s turning blue
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| The silver rockets coming
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| And the cherry trees of Pyongyang
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| I’m leaving
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| (Soon there will be no light, someone through the night)
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| Kid the mausoleum has fallen
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| And the perfect avenues
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| Will seem empty without you
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| And the pink light that bathed the great leaders is fading
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| By the time your sun is rising there
|
| Out here it’s turning blue
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| The silver rockets coming
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| And the cherry trees of Pyongyang
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| I’m leaving |