Let me hold yo for the last time,
It's the last chance to feel again.
But you broke me,
now I can't feel anything.
When I love you,
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself.
When I'm speaking
it's the voice of someone else.
It tears me up.
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much.
What are we doing?
We are turning into dust.
Playing house in the ruins of us.
Running back through the fire
when there's nothing left to save.
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late.
Broken Strings, James Morrison feat. Nelly Furtado.
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