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Some information about Pockets Lyrics Title: The Beautiful South - Pockets lyrics Artist: The Beautiful South Album: Quench Visitors: 10 visitors have visited Pockets Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. 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 changedthe 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 Pocketlet him be - That s the Pocketlet him be Here comes Pockets Picking up the things we cannot see A bicyclea damea Christmas tree Things of no value to you or me Here comes the Pocket 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 Pocketlet him be That s the Pocketlet 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 reasonwhy the Pocket will not fail Hottest songs from The Beautiful South : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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