Got to the driver of my car
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Past the dogs past the guards
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And all of my alarms supposed to be so state of the art
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You penetrate my radar (x2)
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You drop a bomb in my backyard
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You penetrate my radar
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You played me like a chess game
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And now you say checkmate
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While you go running freely spending money every place
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And me I have to hide and I don't dare show my face
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If I am guilty so are you it was March 4th 1982
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Riding around forever on an empty tank of gas
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And an empty pocketbook I better get it to the bank
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High up in a glider high up here without a care
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I got all the time in the world
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I got all the time in the world to spare
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Radar
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Morphine |