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Nothing at All - Gauge 44



     
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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
And more and more and more and more and more and more and more
Screaming
I can't 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 floor
Without you I'm nothing at all
Nothing at all

Nothing at all
Nothing at all
I don't know why we're so lonely
To me it tastes like love, taste like love
And all my hubris is often inspired.
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
And more and more and more and more and more and more and more
I can't 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
Cause you were never there
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh
Screaming
Oh god, I can' do anything,
Oh god, I can' do anything,
Oh god, I can' do anything right
Anything right
Screaming
Oh god, I can' do anything,
Oh god, I can' do anything,
Oh god, I can' do anything right
Anything right
Anything right
I can't 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 floor
Without you I'm nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all

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Why on earth should he bother buying new swim trunks when the ones he's got still works. Sure they're a bit worn, but they cover his ass and serve as a perfect nutsack. The 35-year-old has recovered from skiing in the alps with his best friends, all though he feels a little bit uneasy away from the mountain. Now summer has arrived and he is filling the children's little plastic tub in the garden wearing nothing but Speedos, brown men's socks and sandals.

Read more about Gauge 44 on Last.fm.


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