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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