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I was trained in Arizona, in a secret desert camp |
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Where we did night manoeuvres without a lighted lamp. |
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I've got an old worn Trilby hat that doesn't keep me dry |
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When the rain falls on my mac plays havoc with the dye |
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I wear my dark shades every day of the year |
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When I see my reflection it strikes a note of fear. |
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I've got a dozen gadgets concealed in my clothes |
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I've got some suicide pills that taste like herb of cloves |
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I've not got a single friend just my armpit gun |
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And when I go to bed at night it certainly helps me son |
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I'm always getting in tight spots |
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I manage to escape by either jumping off a train |
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Or swimming in a lake soon I'm in a right state |
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I'm a secret agent there's nowhere you can hide |
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I'm a secret agent taking you for a ride |
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What's your name what's your game |
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Details never stop |
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Work alone on your own |
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Collar up, hat pulled down |
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On the beach, with a peach |
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Sometimes good, sometimes bad |
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Drinking coffee, feeling sad. |
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There's one thing that I want to be involved with |
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That's Truth and Justice and I sincerely mean that. |
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And if everybody was involved in Truth and Justice |
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There would be no need for secret agents. |
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That's what happens when you get in tight spots. |
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He's in a tight spot |
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I've yet to crack-up |
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Ain't got no backup |
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What's your name |
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What's your game |
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A bit strung out |
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Ain't got no backup |
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I'm beginning to crack-up |
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Think I'll go bankrupt |
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It's all confusion |
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Disappearing without a trace |
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I'm a secret agent |
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He's in a tight spot |
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Attention, Attention |
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Repeat verse 1 |
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And everybody rushes away to hide |
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Certainly take you for a ride baby |
