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Ducking into alleys in my overcoat
Track you from a random phone booth
Take the stairs, avoid the elevator
Iâd do anything to get back to you
To be free!
I canât seem to get away from this job
Look at me
I still reach for your hand when Iâm running from the mob
Reflection in my blackened sunglasses
Another vodka and Iâm scribbling down notes
I have taken to avoiding mirrors
Too often panic rises in my throat
To be free!
I canât seem to get away from this job
Look at me
I still reach for your hand when Iâm running from the mob
Canât you see
Iâm tired of the secrets and the lies in the night
Sweet baby
Everythingâs better if we are not spies
Oh, I picked you easily from the photographs
From the blurry broken pieces, and even from the back
I donât care any longer of the price I have to pay
Run to me
I wonât give you away
Ducking into alleys in my overcoat
Track you from a random phone booth
Take the stairs, avoid the elevator
Iâd do anything to get back to you!
To be free!
I canât seem to get away from this job
Look at me
I still reach for your hand when Iâm running from the mob
Canât you see
Iâm tired of the secrets and the lies in the night
Sweet baby
Everythingâs better if we are not spies
Everythingâs better if we are not spies
Everythingâs better if we are not spies!