Monday, 8 July 2013

bad enough for you, all time low
no, i won't call you baby
i won't buy you daisies
'cause that don't work
and i know, how to get you crazy
how to make you want me
so bad it hurts

the island, box of light
we left the city to find a place
where we could go and spend our days

icky thump, white stripes
yeah i hear the icky thump, who'd of thunk?
sitting drunk on a wagon to mexico

voodoo child, rogue traders
why don't you tell me my future?
why don't i sell you my soul?
so here it comes, the sound of drums
here come the drums, here come the drums

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