| The Deal
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| >From the Musical Chess
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| -The American
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| Communist, democrat
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| An intriguing collusion
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| Fair exchange — tit for tat
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| Comradeship in profusion
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| And the appeal, partner
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| Of this deal, partner
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| Is we all stand to win
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| You and me, the lady also
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| Don’t break her heart, partner
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| Just be smart, partner
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| Let her think that her past
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| Is as pure as snow in Moscow
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| Thank God we’re so civilised
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| And our word can be our bond
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| We can turn this into friendship for life
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| And beyond
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| -The Russian
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| Refugee, total shit
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| Is how I’ve always seen us Not a help you’ll admit
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| To agreement between us There’s no deal, partner
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| Who’s your real partner?
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| Could there be just a chance
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| That you’ve got some heavy clients?
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| -The American (+ voice of Molokov)
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| That’s not true, partner
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| How could you, partner
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| Think I’d want to pursuse
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| Any deal but our alliance?
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| -(on his own)
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| How can you only think
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| Of your selfish ambition
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| And not of her position
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| Or you’d rather perhaps
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| See her world collapse
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| For a tinpot competition
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| -The Russian
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| There’s no deal!
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| -The American
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| Silly boy, woman who
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| He should not have let walk out
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| There’s no hitch that we two
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| Can’t untangle or talk out
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| And the appeal, partner
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| Of this deal, partner
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| Is we both stand to win
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| We’ll bring back the golden era
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| Stick with me, honey
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| Leave him be, honey
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| In return I know who’ll
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| Tell you all they know in Moscow
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| -Florence
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| Are you sick? |
| Are you mad?
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| You still don’t understand
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| Why I loathe you, why I left you
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| -Florence and the Russian
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| Who’d ever think it Such a squalid little ending
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| Watching him descending
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| Just as far as he can go
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| I’m learning things I didn’t want to know
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| Who’d ever guess it This would be the situation
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| One more complication
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| Should be neither here nor there
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| I wish I had it in me not to care
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| -The Russian
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| Let him spill out his hate
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| Till he knows he’s deserted
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| There’s no point wasting time
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| Preaching to the perverted |