| On the lam from the law
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| On the steps of the capitol
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| You shot a plainclothes cop on the ten o’clock
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| And I saw momentarily
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| They flashed a photograph, it couldn’t be you
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| You’d been abused so horribly
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| But you were there in some anonymous room
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| And I recall that fall
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| I was working for the government
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| And in a bathroom stall off the National Mall
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| How we kissed so sweetly
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| How could I refuse a favor or two
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| For a trist in the greenery
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| I gave you documents and microfilm, too
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| And from my ten floor tenement
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| Where once our bodies lay
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| How I long to hear you say
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| No, they’ll never catch me now
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| No, they’ll never catch me
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| No, they cannot catch me now
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| We will escape somehow
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| Somehow
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| It was late one night
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| I was awoken by the telephone
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| I heard a strangled cry on the end of the line
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| Purloined in Petrograd
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| They were suspicious of where your loyalties lay
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| So I paid off a bureaucrat
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| To convince your captors they’re to secret you away
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| And at the gate of the embassy
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| Our hands met through the bars
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| As your whisper stilled my heart
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| No, they’ll never catch me now
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| No, they’ll never catch me
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| No, they cannot catch me now
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| We will escape somehow
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| Somehow
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| And I dreamt one night
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| You were there in fours
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| Head held high
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| In uniform
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| It was ten years on
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| When you resurfaced in a motorcar
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| With the wave of an arm
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| You were there and gone |