Текст песни The Steve Brown Band - Hitman

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With my telescopic sight And an infra red beam With my pack of gellygnite I wait here in a dream The air is still and cold A sound comes from below I'm perched here in a shadow Traffic far below I can see although it's dark All prepared now I must leave A shot into the book case For him there's no reprieve I climb into a car Get paid of with a grand If there's to be a killing Death is in my hands. Reach out reach out don't fall Quiet no sound above all Cat like bird like no sound In now in on look round.

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