Song Name: My Pocket

Songwriter: Helmut Uhlmann

Copyright: 2014

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Lyrics:

I don't think you know just what it means
To be buried in the snow in the hot summer greens
The sense of relief is ruined by the cold
I balance it too steep and with a two pair I fold

Not this time
Not any more
I wish that I could put you in my pocket right now
If only I could put you in my pocket right now

Cards on the table, no poker faces now
The roof feels like a fable, the snow is barrelling down
The sun melts the white, it turns grey with the dirt
It rains down on the greens, and we're left with just hurt

But you gotta run so free
So far from me
Please don't, please don't
Please don't, I won't