| I’m tired of runnin' form the CIA,
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| tired of runnin' from the CIA,
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| tired of runnin' from the CIA
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| And I’m goin' down for a suicide ride,
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| and ain’t nobody gonna take me alive
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| Because I got no time to run about,
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| the wind is high and the sun is out today
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| I’m tired of runnin' form the CIA,
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| tired of runnin' from the CIA,
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| tired of runnin' from the CIA
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| And I’m hanging out at the local «Y»,
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| because Secret Service and the FBI
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| The KGB and the IRS,
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| have all got my home address so
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| I’m tired of runnin' form the CIA,
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| tired of runnin' from the CIA,
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| tired of runnin' from the CIA
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| And the only girl I ever loved was kidnapped,
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| beaten, raped and drugged
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| And Mars needs women, but Mars can wait,
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| cause I ain’t going to masturbate no way
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| I’m tired of runnin' form the CIA,
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| tired of runnin' from the CIA,
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| tired of runnin' from the CIA |