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I stick loneliness, your lips, and the two coins of your eyes
Into my pockets, yeah
Well, the train skates into Port Henry
A-late Sunday (alright)
Well, sometimes when I'm ridin' high
Feelin' fine
You know there's somethin' troubling you
And troublin' my-my mind, yeah
So I reach into my pocket for some small change
I reach into my pocket for some small change
I want bones like iron, blood like mercury
So I can tell you when I'm risin'
Or when I'm, sinking in
Sinkin' in (I'm sinking in)
I'm sinking in
Whoa-oh, I'm sinkin', I'm sinkin'
I'm sinkin', I'm sinkin' in
So, I reach into my pocket for some small change, yeah
I reach into my pocket for some small change, oh-yeah
Yeah, put your hands together
Hey, let's drink from the cup to share some luck
Go ahead and laugh 'cause it don't cost much
No, no, it don't, don't cost much (cost too much)
Hey, let's drink from the cup and share some luck
Go ahead and laugh 'cause it don't cost much
No, no, it don't, don't cost much (don't cost too much)
So I reach
So I reach into my pocket for some small change
Everybody
I reach into my pocket for some small change
Y'I stick loneliness, your lips, and the two coins of your eyes
Into my pockets, yeah
I stick loneliness, your lips, and the two coins of your eyes
Into my pockets, yeah
Thank you
Writer(s): Peter Heimbold, Chad Urmston, Bradley Corrigan
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