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You make a living by being a spy Up for hire as a private eye Covert operation, tap a telephone Hack into a hard drive, you re on your own The fear of death is what keeps you alive A deadly mission you must survive You lurk in shadows, darkness a friend The lies begin and never end It's not for glamour and it's not for fame You have a number, not a name You take your chances out on a limb You make your chances not on a whim Secret agent, your law is a gun Secret agent, you trust no one Secret agent, a man in black Secret agent, a gun at your back Got to get away with what you can Got to make a secret plan Secret agent man! Truth is out there, you know it s a lie Trust no one, if you do you die Government deployed, what s at stake? Double agent out on the take Charged with treason, secrets to sell Signed in blood, a contract with hell Followed orders, no questions asked Suicide mission, could be your last Secret agent, nothing to do Secret agent, the cold war is through Secret agent, it's espionage Secret agent, it's sabotage
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