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 lies worse, How can I give anymore When I love you a little less than before Oh 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.
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