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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