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Gold In Her Pockets

So you quit your job

and you cut your sleaves

Springtime makes you wanna leave

The feeling's made it's home deep in your bonesTrying to find Australia

Looking for the sun

Looking for the heart to run

With the gold in her pockets and a green thumbIf I make it to the surface where it's calm

Where the night time air it wakes you

And fills my lungs

(On a distant shore life is just a????)

And the moonlight won't forsake me

Fills my lungs

I'll be the king of my days

Your wooden chair as my thrown

Eyes of a white queen as lace

Your little heart over-grown

Suddenly I looked

Looked away

I never was one to be brave

As always I missed my chance to numb

So we meet half-way in Hawaii

Disappear into the sea

Upon a melting palace

(...???)If I make it to the surface where it's calm

Where the night time air it wakes you

And fills my lungs

(On a distant shore life is just a????)

And the moonlight won't forsake me

Fills my lungs

I'll be the king of my days

Your wooden chair as my thrown

Eyes of a white queen as lace

Your little heart over-grown

I'll be the king of my days

I'll be the king of my days

Trying to find Australia

Looking for the sun

Looking for the heart to run

With the gold in her pockets and a green thumb

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