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Nothing Left To Do Lyrics - Closer Than Veins - Outlandish

Una mirada ojos que matan 

De rodillas en tentacion 

Una palabra y no puede darle el no 

Una noche y su alma quiebra con 

 

Tremenda fuerza y quien puede reprocharle 

Conosco ese momento de flojedad 

Veneno tierno que siembra la ansiedad 

Cada da tan confuso 

 

Sus demonios fuertes intrusos 

Cada noche su alma apuesta 

 

Warm smile, long blonde hair 

Pretty green eyes and skin damned fair 

For sure lucky to get with a girl like that 

Couldnt pass this chance no matter what 

 

Shared a rock then went to her place 

Substances and adrenaline made his heart race 

So unreal floating on a white cloud 

So surreal premonition of a white shroud 

 

Pretty woman though not all she seemed 

Soon grim reality and not a dream 

Wasnt the first certainly, not her last 

Moment of weakness became victim of her past 

 

Had his night of empty pleasure with his belle 

If he could only escape from this hell 

Turn back time, but time gone, too late 

 

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait 

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait 

Nothing left to do but lean back, lean back, lean back 

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait 

 

Mocking and slandering wont relent 

Day after day giving no chance to repent 

Routinely insulted, no concern or respect 

No chance to ponder or chance to reflect 

 

World around him getting colder 

Heavy burden carried on his shoulders 

Tellin him, I told ya, none to turn to and no support 

No shoulder to cry on for his life cut short 

 

Pretty woman though not all she seemed 

Soon grim reality and not a dream 

Wasnt the first certainly, not her last 

Moment of weakness became victim of her past 

 

Had his night of empty pleasure with his belle 

If he could only escape from this hell 

Turn back time, but time gone, too late 

 

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait 

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait 

Nothing left to do but lean back, lean back, lean back 

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait 

 

Positive results, result of his whim 

But this BS should happen to others not him 

The poison slowly runnin through his blood 

Judged and damned by men as if theyre God 

 

Lord knows that its hard, frozen out by best friends and excluded 

Spend his cold dark days alone and secluded 

What life is about? Thoughts running between confusion and doubt 

Fading gradually like a tree from drought 

 

Mmm, gettin weaker day by day, future lookin bleaker 

Suffering in pain, slowly dying, mama crying 

Eatin by this virus, slowly fading away, hey 

Fading gradually like a tree from drought 

 

Had his night of empty pleasure with his belle 

If he could only escape from this hell 

Turn back time, but time gone, too late 

 

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait 

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait 

Nothing left to do but lean back, lean back, lean back 

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait 

 

Had his night of empty pleasure with his belle 

If he could only escape from this hell 

Turn back time, but time gone, too late 

 

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait 

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait 

Nothing left to do but lean back, lean back, lean back 

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait 

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