| Deng Xiaoping
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| A true Asada king
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| Lay dying in Shanghai
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| A comet tracing through the sky
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| Chairman Mao
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| Heard thunder in the dawn
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| The old guard’s come and gone
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| And underneath our world’s a drone
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| Off the coast
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| The shipping lanes are closed
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| The fields have all gone dry
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| The satellites are standing by
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| But Bay-one —
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| He’s whirling like a Khan
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| Mole’s like a swan
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| The airwaves of the demi-monde
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| While my grandfather floats in the sea
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| All the angels stare at me
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| The dome of the sky fades away
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| All I see is outer space
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| While my grandfather floats in the sea
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| Chairman Mao laughs joyfully
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| The dome of the sky fades away
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| And every now and then I see some outer space
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| Off the coast
|
| The shipping lanes are closed
|
| The fields have all gone dry
|
| The satellites are standing by
|
| But Bay-one —
|
| He’s whirling like a Khan
|
| Mole’s like a swan
|
| The airwaves of the demi-monde
|
| While my grandfather floats in the sea
|
| All the angels stare at me
|
| The dome of the sky fades away
|
| All I see is outer space
|
| While my grandfather floats in the sea
|
| Chairman Mao laughs joyfully
|
| The dome of the sky fades away
|
| And every now and then I see some outer space |