| In the not very distant future
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| When everything will be free
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| There won’t be any cute secrets
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| Let alone any novelty
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| You can say anything you want to
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| In your fetching cloak of anonymity
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| Are you feeling out of breath now?
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| In your desperate pursuit of infamy
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| Two lovers rocking up and down
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| In an elevator
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| 15 minutes later
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| They’ll make a killing in the market
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| They know how to work it
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| On that close circuit
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| My, my, it’s a terrible disgrace
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| You’ll find these days that there’s
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| No Hiding Place
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| How proud you are
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| You got the knack
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| Of howling in a vacuum
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| Whatever I said about you
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| I didn’t say it behind your back
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| I paid for my immortal sins
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| I know the enemy within you
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| As it seems these days
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| There is no hiding place
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| Next time someone wants to hurt you
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| Or set alight your effigy
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| Don’t call on me to help you out
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| Don’t come crying to me for sympathy
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| You stay there with your daubs and scratches
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| While I summon up the red machine
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| I’ll be handing somebody matches
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| And carrying a can of kerosene
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| Walk up to me
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| And say what you said
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| Let’s see how brave you are
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| When I’m about this far
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| You sit in judgment and bitch
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| Well, baby that’s rich
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| You’re nothing but a snitch
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| My, my, it’s a terrible disgrace
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| My, my, it’s a terrible disgrace
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| My, my, it’s a terrible disgrace
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| You’ll find these days that there’s
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| No Hiding Place |