| She flirts with the diplomat at the banquet
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| They start the slow walk down the hall
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| And as he puts a match to her cigarette
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| She eyes the camera on the wall
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| He climbs to the second floor like an acrobat
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| And pulls the Rothko off the wall
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| Takes out a stethoscope from his backpack
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| And hears the tumblers slowly fall
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| We were playing for time
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| One more situation where we might be double crossing the line
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| We were playing for time
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| Milking every moment from those seconds slipping by
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| She asks him if he wants a little nightcap
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| Perhaps a port from '64
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| Is someone listening through a water glass
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| Standing just outside the door?
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| He finds the dossier with the microfiche
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| And breathes to steady shaky hands
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| Opens the attaché from the agency
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| And swaps an altered set of plans
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| We were playing for time
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| One more situation where we might be double crossing the line
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| We were playing for time
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| Milking every moment from those seconds slipping by
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| She slips the envelope from his cummerbund
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| And ties him neatly to a chair
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| When he wakes she’ll be long gone with the access code
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| A new tattoo the dye washed from her hair
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| He makes his getaway through the laundry chute
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| When he hears the wail of the alarm
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| Checks the coordinates for the rendezvous
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| Wonders just how long this can go on
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| We were playing for time
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| One more situation where we might be double crossing the line
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| We were playing for time
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| Milking every moment from those seconds slipping by
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| Trust your lover
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| Blow your cover
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| Going under
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| Days are numbered
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| See you across the room, heart skips a beat
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| The rush of danger feels like love
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| We slip a little bit every time we meet
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| We’re both awaiting orders from above
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| Are you my nemesis or my better half?
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| These days it matters less and less
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| Sodium pentothal or a polygraph
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| We know all the tricks to beat the test
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| We were playing for time
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| One more situation where we might be double crossing the line
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| We were playing for time
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| Milking every moment from those seconds slipping by
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| Trust your lover
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| Blow your cover
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| Going under
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| Days are numbered
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| We were playing for time (Trust your lover, blow your cover)
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| We were playing for time (Going under, days are numbered)
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| We were playing for time
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| We were playing for time
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| We were playing for time
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| We were playing for time |