Souls - text

back to the streets where the kids are new

love was around the corner from you

you played it well, like an old-time jive

girl, i swear, i´ve never seen you look so alive

back the train up o the path

rolling off the tracks, no you´ll never see it again

wrote the songs that you dug so much

living it up with the boys and such

oh, we won´t go

back to the room where we sold our souls

oh, we won´t go

oh, boots and bros

down with the shire of american gold

oh, boots and bros

we moved in packs together, bounded by our oldest brothers

the night was ours for taking, rolling cigarettes and sneaking out

we sung our songs of youth and promised that we´d never lose it

oh, we eon´t go

back to the room where we sold our souls

oh, we won´t go

oh, boots and bros

down with shrine of american gold

oh, boots and bros

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