Secrets Steve Winwood
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It's hot down on the borderline
Running guns, he's just killing time
He keeps his back against the wall
Never trust your friends in crime
He's the quiet kind
Doesn't need a plan
You can't read his mind
He's a secret man, talking 'bout the man
You drink Mojitos with the boys
Smile as if you know what they know
You show them all your pretty toys
Make a deal, don't make a show
He's the ace of spies
With a golden hand
You can't read his eyes
'Cause he's a secret man
He's the quiet kind
Doesn't need a plan
Can't read his mind at all
He's a secret man, talking 'bout the man
He's the ace of spies
With a golden hand
You can't read his eyes
'Cause he's a secret man
Running guns, he's just killing time
He keeps his back against the wall
Never trust your friends in crime
He's the quiet kind
Doesn't need a plan
You can't read his mind
He's a secret man, talking 'bout the man
You drink Mojitos with the boys
Smile as if you know what they know
You show them all your pretty toys
Make a deal, don't make a show
He's the ace of spies
With a golden hand
You can't read his eyes
'Cause he's a secret man
He's the quiet kind
Doesn't need a plan
Can't read his mind at all
He's a secret man, talking 'bout the man
He's the ace of spies
With a golden hand
You can't read his eyes
'Cause he's a secret man
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