Bryan Elijah Smith - Nothing Left

Driving east from West Virginia
Skin is cold with nothing in you
She got ways to move your eyes
She got ways to steal your smile
Singing ooo my dear
There's nothing left in here
Driving back from east Kentucky
Rain is coming down; it's getting hard to see
She got ways to tear you up
Never always sometimes maybe not enough
Singing ooo my dear
There's nothing left in here

Written by:
Bryan Smith

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