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Broken Strings 
Medium
by James Morrison & Nelly Furtado
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Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to again
But you me
Now I can't anything
When I you and so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking
It's the voice of someone else
Oh... it tears me up
I try to hold on but it hurts too much
I try to forgive but it's not enough
To it all okay
You can't play on strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't you something ain't real
Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
How can I anymore
When I love you a little less than before?
Oh, what are we doing?
We are turning into dust
house in the of us
Running through the fire
there's left to save
It's chasing the very last train
When it's too late (too late)
Oh... it tears me up
I try to hold on but it hurts too much
I try to forgive but it's not enough
To it all okay
You can't play on strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh, the hurts
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I you a little less before?
But we're running through the fire
there's nothing left to save
It's like the last train
we both know it's too late (too late)
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh, the truth hurts
And worse
So how can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?
Oh, you that I love you a little less than before
Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
For the last time
It's the last chance to again
But you me
Now I can't anything
When I you and so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking
It's the voice of someone else
Oh... it tears me up
I try to hold on but it hurts too much
I try to forgive but it's not enough
To it all okay
You can't play on strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't you something ain't real
Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
How can I anymore
When I love you a little less than before?
Oh, what are we doing?
We are turning into dust
house in the of us
Running through the fire
there's left to save
It's chasing the very last train
When it's too late (too late)
Oh... it tears me up
I try to hold on but it hurts too much
I try to forgive but it's not enough
To it all okay
You can't play on strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh, the hurts
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I you a little less before?
But we're running through the fire
there's nothing left to save
It's like the last train
we both know it's too late (too late)
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh, the truth hurts
And worse
So how can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?
Oh, you that I love you a little less than before
Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
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