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If he blows his cover he might blow the lid
So he stays in the shadows like he always did
Deep in his trenchcoat secret papers are hid
It's only the dead dreams of the cold war, kid
In a town by the wall the machine gunners wait
To type out the orders that seal his fate
Deep in the shadows where he always hid
It's only the dead dreams of the cold war, kid
Only the dead dreams of the cold war, kid
Secret career in counter espionage
Covering his face with clever camouflage
Only the dead dreams of the cold war, kid
Only the dead dreams of the cold war, kid
Railway hotel with gun oil on the sheets
The man at the harbour waited in the streets
It's only the dead dreams of the cold war, kid
Only the dead dreams of the cold war, kid
