(Steve Swindells)
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Now he's a double agent playing espionage
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Now he's a trouble maker with his playing cards
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Up in the briefing room they plan there strategies
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But he works on his own he's living dangerously
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Hear them walking
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Pacing floors and
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climbing up the walls
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Hear them talking
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Telling lies on
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Transatlantic calls.
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Treachery It's hanging in the cloud
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Treachery It's hiding in the crowd
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People walk along the while with sensitivity
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Some whisper in the wings of a conspiracy
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Some like to keep there distance and identity
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But always walk alone with some uncertainty
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See them filing
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Information
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Covering there tracks
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See them smiling
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Admiration
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With knives behind their backs
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Treachery It's hanging in the cloud
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Treachery It's hiding in the crowd
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Treachery
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Treachery
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Treachery
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It's hanging in the clouds.
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Treachery
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Treachery
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Treachery
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It's hanging in the clouds.
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Treachery
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Roger Daltrey |