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Here comes Pockets His trousers hold a thousand deadly sins The maddest things we ever found in bins He clutches them and looks at you and grins Here comes Pockets The children wary of what they may contain The linen may have changed, the contents same A trouser-treasure island with no name And socially at the platform that the timetable forgot Picking up used tickets in a station of have-nots When you're on that train of thought You pass some pretty funky stops When you're on that train of thought You pass some pretty funky stops That's the Pocket, let him be - That's the Pocket, let him be Here comes Pockets Picking up the things we cannot see A bicycle, a dame, a Christmas tree Things of no value to you or me Here comes the Pockets Reduced through history to just a crawl History turns the tall into the small But natural born trawlers love to trawl And the guitar of his dreams hangs upon some wall Or laying underneath the staircase in a hall We can carry dreams but we can't hold them all That's why we learn the Blues before we actually fall That's the Pocket, let him be That's the Pocket, let him be And he's clinging on to hope Like the oak tree to the gale 'Cause finding one love letter in a sky high jumble sale Is one single reason, why the Pocket will not fail
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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