If you stand tall
| With your back
| To the door
| Then it's
| Your own fault
| When you get knocked
| To the floor
| You may have
| Fooled me once
| But I've got
| A pretty damn
| Good memory
|
| It's a small world
| What a type clichAⓒ
| But it's a small world
| How many times can I say
| That everything
| You do will end up
| Coming right back
| Around again
|
| And if you don't know
| That by now
| Then I feel quite
| Sorry for you
| I'm sorry for you
| Yeah
| The people
| That you keep around
| Well
| You learn from them
| And they learn from you
|
| So keep
| Your friends close
| And your enemies
| In your pocket
| Yeah
| Keep your friends close
| And your enemies
| In your pocket
|
| When you just
| Might start
| To melt them down
| I come around
| So keep
| Your friends close
| And your enemies
| In your pocket
|
| It's a long haul
| To the front of the line
| And you get there
| In your own sweet time
| But there's
| Always somebody
| Who decides
| To cut right
| In front of you
|
| A wide eye
| Looking for
| A ticket to ride
| It's a long night
| I hope you make it
| Out alive
| You can't spend
| Your whole life
| Worrying about
| What's behind you
|
| And if you don't know
| That by now
| Then I feel quite
| Sorry for you
| I'm sorry for you
| Yeah
| The people
| That you keep around
| Well
| You learn from them
| And they learn from you
|
| So keep
| Your friends close
| And your enemies
| In your pocket
| Yeah
| Keep your friends close
| And your enemies
| In your pocket
|
| When you just
| Might start
| To melt them down
| I come around
| So keep
| Your friends close
| And your enemies
| In your pocket
|
| And it's
| A lively colour
| Not black and white
| But some people think
| They're the ones
| Who got it right
| In a room so full
| Well
| You have to be
| A little more flexible
|
| And if you don't know
| That by now
| Then I feel quite
| Sorry for you
| I'm sorry for you
| Yeah
| The people
| That you keep around
| Well
| You learn from them
| And they learn from you
|
| So keep
| Your friends close
| And your enemies
| In your pocket
| Yeah
| Keep your friends close
| And your enemies
| In your pocket
|
| When you
| Just might start
| To melt them down
| I come around
| So keep
| Your friends close
| And your enemies
| In your pocket
|
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| Pocket
| | Sam Sparro |
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