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Sam Sparro lyrics : "POCKET"

If you stand tall
With your back
To the door

Then it's
Your own fault
When you get knocked

To the floor
You may have
Fooled me once

But I've got
A pretty damn
Good memory


It's a small world
What a type cliché

But it's a small world
How many times can I say
That everything

You do will end up
Coming right back
Around again


And if you don't know
That by now

Then I feel quite
Sorry for you
I'm sorry for you

Yeah
The people
That you keep around

Well
You learn from them
And they learn from you


So keep
Your friends close

And your enemies
In your pocket
Yeah

Keep your friends close
And your enemies
In your pocket


When you just
Might start

To melt them down
I come around
So keep

Your friends close
And your enemies
In your pocket


It's a long haul
To the front of the line

And you get there
In your own sweet time
But there's

Always somebody
Who decides
To cut right

In front of you

A wide eye

Looking for
A ticket to ride
It's a long night

I hope you make it
Out alive
You can't spend

Your whole life
Worrying about
What's behind you


And if you don't know
That by now

Then I feel quite
Sorry for you
I'm sorry for you
Yeah
The people

That you keep around
Well
You learn from them
And they learn from you


So keep
Your friends close
And your enemies
In your pocket
Yeah

Keep your friends close
And your enemies
In your pocket

When you just

Might start
To melt them down
I come around
So keep
Your friends close
And your enemies

In your pocket

And it's
A lively colour
Not black and white
But some people think
They're the ones

Who got it right
In a room so full
Well
You have to be
A little more flexible

And if you don't know

That by now
Then I feel quite
Sorry for you
I'm sorry for you
Yeah
The people
That you keep around

Well
You learn from them
And they learn from you

So keep
Your friends close
And your enemies

In your pocket
Yeah
Keep your friends close
And your enemies
In your pocket

When you

Just might start
To melt them down
I come around
So keep
Your friends close
And your enemies
In your pocket

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