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Band Of Skulls

All my life I've been searching for something Something I can put my finger on Baby, I've been living for the weekend Baby, I've been living for this

She grew up in a nice neighborhood But it didn't do her no good 'Cause she's just a sum of her influence Hell, and I can't tell you the difference By

Baby, darling, doll face, honey Now I don't mean to cause you worry It's only hands in my pocket And the queen on my money Did you know I've been wanting

All that you do, all that you say To get to home is to get away You can stay home or go away To get to home is to get away I hear it, oh, oh, oh, I hear

I wanna see you in the morning I wanna see you When the breaking day is dawning You gotta go you gotta go, it's alright But I wanna see you in the See

You gotta be honest You gotta be guarded You sure aren't gonna say Right on the inside That is the hardest The hardest game to play You sorted it all

Born in the middle of an urban war Staying out later than the street lights In the days of ancient man They had to fight to survive because they had no

Hey it's time to dance with danger Hey put on your best wrinkled suit It's time to set the night on fire The night is looking young and so am I Hey we

He's jumped on the one-way track And there ain't no coming back Should have thought before you left Now you're on a crusade to avoid your death The second