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