Pockets
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Pockets
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There are holes in my pockets and holes in my hands
There's no where to go but down from here
And as the floor caves in and I see whats beneath
I can only surrender to it
Feed my addiction and cure my heartache
Another smoke to slow things down but time wont wait
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