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POWDERFINGER lyrics : "Pockets"

By now you know that I never arrived
I was too tired to move
I was gonna invent an elaborate excuse

But I'm tired of them too

Little pockets of air in the atmosphere

Make it easy to breathe
So farewell to unpleasant scenes
I want you to stay, stay, stay


The blinding flash of circling stars
Left relatively shallow scars

You played your faux renaissance card
To starry eyes and wild applause


It's not your destination
So something, something better happen

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