Soul
I was born on the other side
Where the dreams are big but luck is bad
So I shoot for the brightest star
With some money in a duffle bag
Otherwise they will break my soul
Why you think everyone looks the same
And I know I couldn't stay in line
So long, I'm on my way
You can't hold my
Soul
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
Hey
I won't give my soul for this hell hole, no
Hey
I would never give my soul for this hell hole, no
Hey
I won't give my soul for this hell hole, no
I won't give my soul for this hell hole
I was born on the other side
Where the rent is cheap and pockets flat
And when I get asked for change
I just rustle with the bottle caps
The police force is always right
'Cause mirrors here don't reflect
I got one hand always close to the blade
'Cause you'll only see my back
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
Hey
I won't give my soul for this hell hole, no
Hey
I would never give my soul for this hell hole, no
Hey
I won't give my soul for this hell hole, no
I won't give my soul for this hell hole
Am I a coward when I'm running from this place
Am I leaving hell just to find it somewhere else
Where the dreams are big but luck is bad
So I shoot for the brightest star
With some money in a duffle bag
Otherwise they will break my soul
Why you think everyone looks the same
And I know I couldn't stay in line
So long, I'm on my way
You can't hold my
Soul
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
Hey
I won't give my soul for this hell hole, no
Hey
I would never give my soul for this hell hole, no
Hey
I won't give my soul for this hell hole, no
I won't give my soul for this hell hole
I was born on the other side
Where the rent is cheap and pockets flat
And when I get asked for change
I just rustle with the bottle caps
The police force is always right
'Cause mirrors here don't reflect
I got one hand always close to the blade
'Cause you'll only see my back
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
Hey
I won't give my soul for this hell hole, no
Hey
I would never give my soul for this hell hole, no
Hey
I won't give my soul for this hell hole, no
I won't give my soul for this hell hole
Am I a coward when I'm running from this place
Am I leaving hell just to find it somewhere else
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Kuechler
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