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Looking back at my reflection

A ghost train whistle howled

Back at my past with forgiveness and affection

Wondering where you are now

Interjections and sad reflections

As the bullshit hit the wall

In the belly of the beast — in the sickness of the soul

Of America the Small

America The Small

Looking back — Back to front

Front to back again

Mesmerised by your perfect skies

Perhaps you’re better off without me in the end

Better off without me in the end

If we meet

In the shadowed street

What could you say

Midnite birds

Have no words

All traces blown away

Looking back — Back to front

Front to back again

Hypnotised by your stunning lies

Perhaps I’m better off without you in the end

Perhaps I’m better off without you in the end

© David Knopfler/Mack Starks 2003

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