Pocket - Sam Sparro

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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 my once but I've got a pretty damn good memory
It's a small world, what a tired cliche
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 know then I feel quite sorry for you
I'm sorry for you
Yeah the people that you keep around -
Well you learn form 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
Well you just might start to melt them down and they'll 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
Wide-eyed, looking for a ticket to ride
It's a long night, I hope we make it out alive
You can't spend your whole life worrying 'bout what's behind you

And if you don't know that by know then I feel quite sorry for you
I'm sorry for you
Yeah the people that you keep around -
Well you learn form 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
Well you just might start to melt them down and they'll come around
So keep your friends close and your enemies in your pocket

It's a life in 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 know then I feel quite sorry for you
I'm sorry for you
Yeah the people that you keep around -
Well you learn form 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
Well you just might start to melt them down and they'll come around
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