Nothing Left To Do - album version Lyrics
| Song | Nothing Left To Do - album version |
| Artist | Outlandish |
| Album | Closer Than Veins |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 día 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 | |
| Couldn’t 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 | |
| Wasn’t 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 won’t 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 | |
| Wasn’t 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 B | |
| S should happen to others not him | |
| The poison slowly runnin’ through his blood | |
| Judged and damned by men as if they’re | |
| GodLord knows that it’s 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 |
| 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 di a 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 | |
| Couldn' t 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 | |
| Wasn' t 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 won' t 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 | |
| Wasn' t 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 B | |
| S should happen to others not him | |
| The poison slowly runnin' through his blood | |
| Judged and damned by men as if they' re | |
| GodLord knows that it' s 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 |
| 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 dí a 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 | |
| Couldn' t 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 | |
| Wasn' t 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 won' t 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 | |
| Wasn' t 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 B | |
| S should happen to others not him | |
| The poison slowly runnin' through his blood | |
| Judged and damned by men as if they' re | |
| GodLord knows that it' s 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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