I phoned you up from Dallas But your heart was still in marble And your head Was reckoning Your friends are dis-compis-mentus And like most in leather jackets are Coveting Reckoning Reckoning And you`re sleeping with some hippie half-wit Who thinks he`s Mr. Mark Smith Reckoning Beckoning Reckoning I`m left alone in Europe Consulting an atlas Wandering Wandering And it`s evil that you spark off In disguise as basic truth Listening Listening Listening Reckoning Reckoning Beckoning Reckoning
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