Poor Souls in Love
Wild Boys, Wild Boys, Wild Boys
Wild Boys
Wild! (wild)
Boys! (boys)
The wild boys are calling on their way back from the fire
In august moon's surrender to a dust cloud on the rise
Wild boys fallen far from glory, reckless and so hungered
On the razors edge you trail because there's murder (murder)
By the roadside in a sore afraid new world
They tried to break us, looks like they'll try again
Wild boys.. never lose it
Wild boys.. never chose this way
Wild boys.. never close your eyes
Wild boys.. always shine
You got sirens for a wel
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