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Although I'm young I got a job to do
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Hid the microfilm in the lining of my shoe
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Call it a business trip
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Got to hide inside my trench coat and be clever
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I got my papers and a cyanide pill
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My Polaroid's a taser in disguise
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There's a base in the hills
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And the wheat fields looks like Kansas in November
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Astrovia, sweet comrade, your nation is your gun
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Your love reads like the broken code you sent me
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One last contact in red square, unless I have to run
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And the long arms of the KGB detect me
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Can't trust a soul, secret messenger
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Just the rules that lie like circuits in your brain
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And a cool.45. The wind is ice and foreign air tastes strange
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I.C.B.M. Bang! Bang! You're dead!
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No one left to worry
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Kiss me quick, now I have to hurry
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Our last contact in red square, unless I have to run
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And the long arms of the CIA detect me
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Hey! Hey! Hey!
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Contact In Red Square
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| Blondie |
