The Growlers - Soul of coral

^Em A face and body of a model I hold her tighter than the bottle ^C She’s driving through my head ^B She’s got me hanging by the ^Emlast thread

^EmWith flowers in her hair, a dagger around her waist She always leaves me with that bitter taste ^C I don’t want to miss this train ^B She’s got me hanging by the ^Emlast thread

^EmShe knows no magic, she just knows game Inflicting her and numbs the slow pain ^C If all I want is lost ^B My baby’s got me on the ^Emrun, got me on the run

^Em A face and body of a model I hold her tighter than the bottle ^C She’s driving through my head ^B She’s got me hanging by the ^Emlast thread

^EmShe has a soul that’s made of coral She’s got a rules book with that moral ^C She cannot be controlled ^B She can be straight up for my ^Emgold