' 7 november 2009
You can't play our 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 lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late, too late
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 lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late, too late
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