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Dispatch
Dispatch
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Stokes Urmston
Charles Stokes Urmston
Songwriter
Peter F Heimbold
Peter F Heimbold
Songwriter
Bradley Joseph Corrigan
Bradley Joseph Corrigan
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I stick loneliness, your lips, and the two coins of your eyes
Into my pockets, yeah
Well, the train skates into Port Henry late Sunday
All right
Sometimes when I'm ridin' high, feelin' fine
You know there's somethin' troublin' you, troublin' my mind
So I reach into my pocket for some small change
I reach into my pocket for some small change
[Verse 2]
I want bones like iron, blood like mercury
So I can tell you when I'm risin', when I'm sinkin' in
(I'm sinkin' in) (I'm sinkin' in) I'm sinkin' in
[Verse 3]
I reach into my pocket for some small change
I reach into my pocket for some small change, yeah
[Verse 4]
I'm gonna take it to the people, yeah
We're gonna take it to the people, yeah
We're gonna take it to the people, yeah
We're gonna take it to the people, (Uh-huh) yeah
[Verse 5]
Hey, lets drink from the cup and share some luck but
Go ahead and laugh 'cause it  don't cost much
No, no, it don't, don't cost much
[Verse 6]
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
Written by: Bradley Joseph Corrigan, Charles Stokes Urmston, Peter F Heimbold
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