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"Spies in the Wires" |
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_Microphonies_ |
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Cabaret Voltaire |
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Ingenuity my secret rival. |
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Fly, fly, and I am waiting. |
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She said, he said. |
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Just someone, and. |
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But it's slowly turning 'round. |
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You keep hearing, every sound. |
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Running into mines and fires. |
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Laughing at the situation. |
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Like spies. |
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Like spies in the wire. |
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Dark eyes in the wire. |
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Like spies in the wire. |
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Catch a mirror, the lines are dancing. |
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Like a mirror, it's growing faceless. |
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Find a way, the special service. |
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Keep it down, keep it harmless. |
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Like spies. |
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Like spies in the wire. |
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Dark eyes in the wire. |
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Like spies in the wire. |
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Ingenuity finds secret rival. |
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Fight the fire, and I am waiting. |
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She said, he said. |
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Just start, that heart. |
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Like spies. |
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Like spies in the wire. |
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Dark eyes in the wire. |
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Like spies in the wire. |
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Like spies in the wire. |
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Catch at work, the lines are dancing. |
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Like a mirror, it's growing faceless. |
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Find a way, the special service. |
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Keep it round, keep it harmless. |
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Like spies. |
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Like spies in the wire. |
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Dark eyes in the wire. |
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Like spies in the wire. |
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Like spies in the wire. |
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Like spies in the wire. |
