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I lived my life on a razor blade |
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Never found escape in my empty shade |
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Till came one day when the c.i.a |
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Said we need you bad down in leningrad |
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I took my life of a legal alien |
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A "bolivian dancer" that's what i was |
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And I knew I found my aim |
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Just telephone mama |
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Just living on a poison pill |
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Just telephone mama |
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A robot dressed to kill |
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Telephone mama |
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That's all I kept in mind |
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Just telephone mama |
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The rest is left behind |
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I met freulein in a french caf? |
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Just a cigarette and "les jeux sont faits" |
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Till came one night when she was in sight |
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Through the bathroom door saw her seek for more |
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I took my colt and I pointed at her eyes |
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A sentimental cancer that's what it was |
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And I knew I lost my prize |
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Just telephone mama |
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Just living on a poison pill |
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Just telephone mama |
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A robot dressed to kill |
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Telephone mama |
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That's all I kept in mind |
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Just telephone mama |
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The rest is left behind |
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She looked at me god she was so sweet |
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She knelt to my feet said she had to cheat |
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Cause she lived her life on the sharpest knife |
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And the k.g.b never let her breathe |
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I took her hand we decided to go far |
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The naivest "dancer" that's what I was |
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And two men approached the car |
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Just telephone mama |
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Just living on a poison pill |
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Just telephone mama |
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A robot dressed to kill |
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Telephone mama |
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That's all I kept in mind |
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Just telephone mama |
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The rest is left behind |
