Hole in My Pocket

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I gotta hole in my pocket on a Sunday night

I never through I'd be alone

And I gotta broken ankle and it don't feel right

So I walk a little funny home

So now maybe I could say

I gotta black beetle to come my way

And now maybe I could say to you

I gotta hole lotta money in a plastic bag

I got it playing all your songs

And I sing 'em in bed when I'm back from Indiana

Cold you got nothing on

So now maybe I could say

I gotta black beetle to come my way

And now maybe I could say

I gotta black beetle and a

Cold bitter gaze

Baby yeah I got it

How could you not see?

I got two people who need my mind

And two places to be

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I gotta hole in my pocket on a Sunday night

I never thought you'd be the same

And I'll see you in bed when I'm outta my head

Warm in the overhang

So now maybe I could say

I gotta black beetle to come my way

And now maybe I could say

I gotta black beetle and a

Cold bitter gaze

Baby yeah I got it

How could you not see?

I got two people who need my mind

And two places to be

Take my home

Take my life

Take my love

Take my pride

Want it all

Thought I'd find

Maybe you

May be right

I gotta hole in my pocket on a Sunday night

(yeah)

I gotta hole in my pocket on a Sunday night

So now maybe I could say

I gotta black beetle to come my way

And now maybe I could say to you

I know you do

I know you do

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