Forbidden voyage.
We travelled like turning the dial on a radio.
Frequency our highway.
Far off twinkling blue and yellow cities,
where snakes and success awaited.
A gun and a smile stop me.
A ruthless secret agent approaches.
Was your cover blown?
Was this stakeout purely to spy on me?
The night climbs down to morning and so do I,
as with my rhyme I breach national security.
A gun and a smile stop me.
A ruthless secret agent approaches.
Was your cover blown?
Was this stakeout purely to spy on me?
The night climbs down to morning and so do I,
as with my rhyme I breach national security.
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