| I do believe that when I got betrayed
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| It was part of the trade
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| It was a little too much
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| When my story got going
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| I was breathing in the breeze
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| Keeping the commies down in Italy with ease
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| Some men never have a doubt
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| About what their side on
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| And how much they would sacrifice
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| When the guns are drawn
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| I’m talking about me
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| Talking about me
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| Talking about me
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| Angleton
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| They said, you’re gonna work in intelligence
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| They said, you’re gonna make it big
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| They said a lot of things
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| So I’ll co-found the CIA
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| My decisions can’t be swayed
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| I’m the smartest motherfucker in the room
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| But the room was empty
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| Always so empty
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| In it were only
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| My Rolodex and me
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| And I set up a network all over the globe
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| My biggest enemies
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| You’d think that I would know
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| Fire
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| Your head’s on fire
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| My piano wire
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| Is wrapping round your neck
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| Philby, your nerve has killed me
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| And I got a steady dream of you
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| In cement
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| Philby was my good friend but
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| Then again, he was one of them
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| I realized that he was red
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| Half a moment before he fled
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| I still stand to defend my camp
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| I see Philby’s face on a postage stamp
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| Can’t plant a bomb in his car
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| His new home is the USSR
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| Failed to see the mole was close
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| Right under my nose
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| I was outsmarted by Brit
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| Who took my life and spoiled it
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| And Oh undeniably so
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| It’s not easy to convey but it’s possible
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| Fire
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| Your head’s on fire
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| My piano wire
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| Is wrapping round your neck
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| Philby, your nerve has killed me
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| And I got a steady dream of you
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| In cement
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| Blown up on an intellectual claymore
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| Since that day
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| I believe I’ve made way more
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| I’ve kept my job but not my form, my form is full of
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| Fire
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| My head’s on fire
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| No piano wire
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| Will ever touch his neck
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| Philby, I wish you killed me
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| Instead of what you did
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| It’s far worse than cement
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| Fire
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| My head’s on fire
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| No piano wire
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| Will ever touch his neck
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| Philby, I wish you killed me
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| Instead of what you did
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| It’s far worse than cement |