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blondie — Contact In Red Square

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Circle high, circle low Jammers fly, T-birds You show, you show, whiplash go You show, you show, T-birds Mighty...
Giant ants from space snuff the human race Then they eat your face, never leave a trace La la la la la, la la la la la, la la...
We want fun we wanna run We want fun we gotta run We want fun get out among the hottest clubs and find some love...
Twenty five tons of hardened steel rolls on no ordinary wheel Inside the armoured car ride two big armed guards In a...
Everyday brings change And the world puts on a new face Certain things rearrange And this whole world seems like a new...
The order came directly from the CIA To start the following investigation Find out what's the hidden power lying in the...
The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one I'm not the kind of girl who gives up just like that...
The tide is high The tide is high The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm number one I'm not the kinda...
She's an underground girl in an underground world She never comes around, she stays underground After was a trip, she rides her...
Oh, oh, what are we gonna do? Union, Union, Union City blue Tunnel to the other side It becomes daylight I say...


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Although I'm young I got a job to do
Hid the microfilm in the lining of my shoe
Call it a business trip
Got to hide inside my trench coat and be clever
I got my papers and a cyanide pill
My Polaroid's a taser in disguise
There's a base in the hills
And the wheat fields looks like Kansas in November



Astrovia, sweet comrade, your nation is your gun
Your love reads like the broken code you sent me
One last contact in red square, unless I have to run
And the long arms of the KGB detect me

Can't trust a soul, secret messenger
Just the rules that lie like circuits in your brain
And a cool .45. The wind is ice and foreign air tastes strange



I.C.B.M. Bang! Bang! You're dead!
No one left to worry
Kiss me quick, now I have to hurry
Our last contact in red square, unless I have to run
And the long arms of the CIA detect me

Hey! Hey! Hey!





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