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Pocket Boys Lyrics
I don't feel nice
Drinking another to Clean my insides I'm getting weaker Calling you on the phone Cool as fever It's getting harder tonight Caught in a lion's den You're not listening to what I said I can never forget the drug Or the booze on the pillow I think of it way too much Secret see light Words pouring out all red Turning you white Reading, sleep tight Not till tomorrow I Caught in a lion's den You're not listening to what I said I can never forget the drug Or the booze on the pillow I think of it way too much You're the saddest poor little bird And the boy's in your pocket And I think of it way too much Oh, I huddle into the sea It tasted of you Careless and cool And one day when I'm long forgotten You're the only one that ever knew I can never forget the drug Or the booze on the pillow I think of it way too much Come and find out You're the saddest poor little bird And the boy's in your pocket And I think of it way too much I think of you way too much I think of you way too much |
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