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you may never get to wander |
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along the corridors of power |
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where the files tell your story |
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beneath the bell that keeps it's secret by the hour |
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we wanna know what's it's got to say. |
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we know what you're doing |
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we know what you've got |
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we know how you got it |
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but we don't talk a lot |
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and everything's so |
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cloak and dagger |
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our future in their hands |
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promises of promised lands |
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cloak and dagger |
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our world behind closed doors |
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and what they have is mine and yours |
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we give you bits and pieces |
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to keep you happy and fat |
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we know the things that matter |
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but we don't talk about that |
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mums the word |
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cloak and dagger |
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our future in their hands |
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promises of promised lands |
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cloak and dagger |
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our world behind closed doors |
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and what they have is mine and yours |
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when there's still conflict and confusion |
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after everything they've tried |
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why can't they just let go of their secrets |
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cos there's no suspicion when there's nothing left to hide |
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there's nothing left to hide |
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we know that things that matter |
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but we're not telling you |
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cos you might try to stop us |
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and that would never do |
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and everything's so |
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cloak and dagger |
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our future in their hands |
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promises of promised lands |
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cloak and dagger |
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our world behind closed doors |
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and what they have is mine and yours |
