Pocket Money
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Words and Music by Carole King
Lyrics:
No friends, no dreams, no pocket money
There's a wall around my body
A fence around my kind
Nothing comes to me easily
Not leastwise peace of mind
Still, I keep movin'
Tryin' to break on through
I don't know nothin' else to do
Peelin' paint above my head
Is just another sign
Black clouds in the distance
Gettin' closer all the time
I just gotta keep movin'
Tryin' to break on through
I don't know nothin' else to do
Sometimes when I think that things
Are bad as they can be
I see a fella standing
Lower down on the ladder than me
Now I'm alive and kickin'
Dust behind my heel
Long as I got my soul
I'm on the good end of the deal
And I'm gonna keep movin'
Tryin' to break on through
I don't know nothin' else to do
I gotta keep movin'
No friends, no dreams, no pocket money
So I'm gonna keep movin'
No pocket money
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