Pocket (Sam Sparro)

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 cliche 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