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Rotating heads, keeps on the right side |
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Coiled up and tense, remains on the lookout |
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Expect to be shot or get given the bullet |
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Rotating head tries to look on the bright side of things |
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Rotating heads, friends in high places |
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No need to guess what he's got in that briefcase |
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A mind like a gin-trap, one swollen ankle |
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The rotating head tries to stay on the bright side of things |
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On the right side of things |
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Living on tip-toe |
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Waiting for the next step |
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The wages of death |
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What a life for a swivelhead |
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Understand, underhand, underarm protection |
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Each new passer-by, a new wave of suspicion |
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In less than an hour the plane will be leaving |
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The lights and the cameras |
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Then sleep on a prayer and a wing, rotating |
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Living on tip-toe |
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Waiting for the next step |
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The wages of death |
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What a life for a swivelhead |
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Rotating head, look on the bright side |
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Coiled up and tensed, remain on the lookout |
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A mind like a gin-trap, one swollen ankle |
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The rotating head tries to stay on the bright side of things |
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That's the right side of things |
