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Knopfler Mark

All the late night bargains have been struck Between the satin beaus and their belles And prehistoric garbage trucks Have the city to themselves Echoes

The drinking dens are spilling out Theres staggering in the square Theres lads and lasses falling about And a crackling in the air Down around the

Weve paid in hell since moscow burned As cossacks tear us piece by piece Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues Though death would be a sweet release

These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day youll return to Your valleys and your

We wanna get a statement for jesus' sake It's like a talking to the wall He's incommunicado No comment to make He's saying nothing at all Yeah but in

Calling Elvis, is anybody home? Calling Elvis, I'm here all alone Did he leave the building? Or can he come to the phone? Calling Elvis, here all alone

Wait a minute now The girl is thinking Well, well, will she wear that hat Before she goes outside? Will she do this or that And be satisfied? Who can

(sonny landreth, david ranson & roy melton) Might be superstition but some kind of somethin' Goin' on down there Might be superstition but some kind

(whitcup / powell) Bewildered Lost in a dream of you Where is the love I once knew Why did we part Bewildered I'm helpless without you dear Wishing