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Somewhere down in mother Russia
They make plans to take the world
Thousands of veiled secrets
Hidden deep inside their rooms
With all their special agents
Trying to fool each other
Each side wants to be the smartest
In this abnormal war
But you always have to hear
Both sides of the story
It isn't just one country
Which we have to blame
I can go on with these stories
Until the last one is bored
But ignorance and stupidity
Will survive forever
Spy versus spy
Is the name of the game
When we are all left
There is no one to blame
Getting the power
Is the aim of the game
Lying to each other
All for the fame