Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Greyhounds
Intérprete
Andrew Trube
Intérprete
Anthony Farrell
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Andrew Trube
Letrista
Anthony Farrell
Letrista
Letra
As I sit here by the beach in South Carolina
Trying to light my cigarette against the wind
Shallow, my heart is bare??????
Go ahead
There's no lock on
My soul is yours to steal
Is yours to steal
When I think of you the red of my tattoo seems to burn
Like the floating embers from your eyes
Rolling down your sleeves could not disguise all the lies you tell
Like a shifty clerk at your motel in hell
Go ahead
There's no lock on
My soul is yours to steal
Is yours to steal
Just go ahead and take it, babe
Take my heart, babe
Take it
Go ahead
There's no lock on
My soul is yours to steal
Is yours to steal
Don't lock it up
They'll crack the safe and blow all your pain
Just???? for fun
You'll never win the game
Go ahead
There's no lock on
My soul is yours to steal
Is yours to steal
Go ahead
There's no lock on
My soul is yours to steal
Is yours to steal
Writer(s): Francis Farrell-mcdaniel, Andrew Trube
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