Short Stack - Nothing at All Lyrics
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Nothing at All
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What Are The Lyrics For Nothing at All By Short Stack?
I don't know why you're so perfect
But sometimes it's not enough And I promise you softly, madly, deeply You will love me when we touch And all my prayers fall on broken wings And all my friends say I'm gonna sink And all my brains went to my head You left me dead upon the kitchen floor But still I begged for more I can't do anything right So I sell my soul to the night To be setting fire wit you I can't take this anymore With you I fall through the floors Without you I'm nothing at all I don't know why we're so lonely To me it tastes like love And all my prayers fall on broken wings And all my friends say I'm gonna sink And all my brains went to my head You left me dead upon the kitchen floor But still I begged for more I can' do anything right So I sell my soul to the night To be setting fire with you I can't take this anymore With you I fall through the floors Without you I'm nothing at all These sunsets are a million years old But they have never looked this beautiful Because you were never there Oh god, I can' do anything right I sell my soul to the night To be setting fire with you I can't take this anymore With you I fall through the floors Without you I'm nothing at all |
Who Wrote Nothing at All By Short Stack?
Shaun Donald Diviney
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What's The Duration Of The Nothing at All By Short Stack?The duration of Nothing at All is 5:16 minutes and seconds. |
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