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You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I cant tell you something that ain't real
The truth hurts, but a lie's worse
How can I give anymore when I love you a little less than before
We're running through the fire when there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when we both know it's too late
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I cant tell you something that ain't real
The truth hurts, but a lie's worse
How can I give anymore when I love you a little less than before
We're running through the fire when there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when we both know it's too late
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