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I bet he's got nothing but fire in his pockets
I bet he's got only lies in his soul he
is always looking for his next rocket
too much always means he needs more
I bet she's only got hearts in her suitcase
I bet she leaves only dreams behind her, but
everytime you hear the broken beating
makes you wonder if her's is in there too
I bet his father's gone away too early to be right
I bet her mother's planted knives in her back but
Sometimes life works out the best in the worst light
and the strings that make you dance never relax
I bet they've only got nothing in common
and that only anything could never work wrong, but
by twisting negatives in the right light
we make positives on paper for our eyes
I know that paper is the code of the street
you gotta get yours, even if it's mine, though
i wonder what it's like when every face you see
is just another ghost that holds your dough
He walks like he's got the whole world in his pants
she talks like she's got leashes comin' from her teeth
And he gets his ask everytime with a smile, while
she gets what she aimed for, not what she needs
I bet he's got diamonds in his pockets
brilliant and too big to ever afford
and when he loses, it's so big when the shock hits
he forgets who he is, who he was and why he's poor
If you look closely, you can see a gleam in her teeth
If she grins real wide you can see the shine in her smile
She's got more than broken hearts in her suitcase, but
Trophies have always ever meant so much more.
