A F#m A F#m In time we're all gonna show our age, like colored birds in a dusty cage,D F#m A E and the emptiness from which we came, will strip us all from our father's names. ChorusD A E F#m And there's nothing lost, and nothing gained,D A F#m E there's nothing different, and nothing's the same,Bm F#m but while our hearts will stop and start,D E two eyes greet the day,Bm D E B F#m B F#m we'll pay the price we're taught to pay Verse 2A F#m A F#m When all the tears run down you face, and all thats left is the pressure under grace,D F#m A E will you arm your self with a cold metal skin, so one gets out, and no one gets in.
Nothings Lost
Patrick Park
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