Pocket

Sam Sparro

Composição de: Paul Epworth/Sam Sparro
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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