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Deep Pockets - Gaz Coombes

Lyrics by：Gaz Coombes

Composed by：Gaz Coombes

I'm out late there's a half naked crowd of people

Let them in with their blank cheques deep pockets

Hard living paint peeling all the dark days

The dark days

Little rays of light moving I couldn't let go

In the bar her name is Jonny the boys love her

Sing saker

Time waits the light revealing all the dark ways

This straker

Bad feeling it's you I need

I'm tired of the phone calls

Do I give myself to the outside

It's alittle asked him

It's no fun

When I spend my time in cars

Like the stars

But it's ok

I'm ok

In a smaller orbit

Let's run like horses

A lot of ways I could start making little changes

No loving boy

But I'm too stoned in the back seat again

I couldn't stop it

I couldn't stop it

Then the panic soon surrounds me like deep water

So I give myself to the outside

To the outside

It's no fun

When I spend my time in cars

Like the stars

But it's ok

I'm ok

New days

In a smaller orbit

Let's run like horses

There's a black star

Right in my line of vision

Oh I miss her

But nobody

Nobody

Few days gets forgotten

Run like horses

Some times here we go

Here we go

Sometimes

Look back Lord for

New day for some