Pockets
The caulfield cult
There are holes in my pockets and holes in my hands
There's no where to go but down from here
There's no where to go but down from here
And as the floor caves in and I see whats beneath
I can only surrender to it
Feed my addiction and cure my heartache
Another smoke to slow things down but time wont wait
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