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I've got nothing left, got nothin' nothin' left to lose I've got nothing left, I've got nothin' nothin' left to lose I just gave it away for nothin', not that it meant anything to you I've got nothing left, I've got nothin' nothin' left to lose I always thought I was a trivia question unfit to be asked I've given away my fork and spoon but kept my knife for inspiration lay down in a chrome box with me that's too expensive to die in and we'll suck the dew of each other's morning lips like wine tastings lottery season and I'm feeling some sort of compensation that's about to come my way and help my situation and if it doesn't help yours at all then you'd have me to blame for not making an effort to put out the fire before this weather came CHORUS you were the new thing in my life that I approached the old way now you're the sun on my wings made of birds and wax supplies you're a different season of morning light that can't stay but that's pretty much my style so I'm not surprised I've got nothing left that reminds me of assassinated actions nothing left that binds me to infatuated passions I've got everything behind me I've relaxed in my attraction to the unreasonable sacrifice that this little lamb passed on Letras de cancionesshe never knew the games that I played but I played them several times CHORUS (Beavan / Beavan / Breen / Busse Copyright 2004) From Letras Mania