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Here lives a pocket full of lives with no future
Take it for what it is, it’s only drunken lies
You should open up your mind, look to the future
You could be waiting for the ship that sails you home
I’m going home
What would you give me for the songs that I’ve been singing
How could you ever say that you’ve got more than me?
Mick say’s that he can never get no satifaction
These day’s I think I know exactly what he means
What does he mean?
You won’t get
You don’t get
What you need
Life is a strange thing
You won’t get
You don’t get
What you need
Life is a strange thing now
Here lives a pocket full of lives with no future
Take it for what it is, it’s only drunken lies
You should open up you mind, look to the future
You could be waiting for the ship that sails you home
I’m going home
You won’t get
You don’t get
What you need
Life is a strange thing
You won’t get
You don’t get
What you need
Life is a strange thing now
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