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    Rodney Atkins What’s Left Of Me текст песни

    What’s Left Of Me

    Taking my truck, guitar, the VCR and what’s left of me

    Ain’t no better off, just used and simply confused by your complexity

    Cause you took my heart and my soul and my self-esteem

    All that remains to be seen yeah is.

    What’s left of me, it’s a mystery

    You were so devastatingly beautiful while I was brilliantly naive

    What’s left of me, what’s left of me

    I’m what happens to a puppet when somebody cuts the strings

    What’s left of me

    I should’ve known I couldn’t survive on my knees at that pace

    You left a catalog of blue hang-dog expressions on my face

    Like a wrecking ball, breaking hearts slicker than Vaseline

    All in all I’m lucky to keep uh-huh

    What’s left of me, it’s a mystery

    You were so devastatingly beautiful while I was brilliantly naive

    What’s left of me, what’s left of me

    I’m what happens to a puppet when somebody cuts the strings

    What’s left of me

    Someday I might just get back in line

    That’s if my nerve returns, considering I find

    What’s left of me It’s a mystery

    You were so devastatingly beautiful while I was brilliantly naive

    I’m taking my truck, guitar, the VCR and what’s left of me



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