| Diamonds in the face of night time
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| Watch them as they float along
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| I was up there floating with them
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| And you know that I was gone
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| The radio sings a patriot’s song
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| It’s the devil that you know
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| Yulia, Yulia, Yulia
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| We were standing on the platform
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| The favorite sons of history
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| While you’re back in Prostornaya
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| Writing in your diary
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| They flip on switch at mission control
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| I’m never coming home
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| Yulia, Yulia, Yulia
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| Oh, oh! |
| I woke up from a fever dream
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| Oh, oh! |
| Of floating in the salty sea
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| I’m stranded up here drifting along
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| And my heart beats slow
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| And I hope they bring my body back
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| Yulia
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| So when they turn the cameras on you
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| Baby, please don’t speak of me
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| Point up to the dark above you
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| As they edit me from history
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| I’m 20 million miles from a comfortable home
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| And space is very cold
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| Yulia, Yulia, Yulia
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| There’s nothing out here, nothing out here, nothing out
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| Nothing out here, nothing out here
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| There’s nothing out here, nothing out here, nothing out here
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| Nothing out here, nothing out |