| You may never get to wander
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| Along the corridors of power
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| Where the file tells your story
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| Beneath the bell that keeps its 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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| 'cause 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 |