Текст песни What's Left Of Me - Rodney Atkins
Taking
my
truck,
guitar,
the
VCR
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
And
I
was
briliantly
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
have
known
I
couldn't
survive
On
my
knees
at
that
pace
You
left
a
catalog
Of
bluehangdog
expressions
on
my
face
Like
a
wrecking
ball
breaking
hard
Slicker
than
vasoline
All
and
all
I'm
lucky
to
keep
What's
left
of
me
It's
a
mystery
You
were
so
devastatingly
beautiful
And
I
was
briliantly
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
Cause
you
were
so
devastatingly
beautiful
And
I
was
briliantly
naive
Taking
my
truck,
guitar,
the
VCR
What's
left
of
me
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