The Fall - The Reckoning | Текст песни

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I phoned you up
from Dallas
But your heart was
still in marble
And your head
Was reckoning

Your friends are
dis-compos-mentis
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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