Broken Strings

Med James Morrison och Nelly Furtado är kanske en av de bästa låtarna som finns. Helt klart en av mina favoriter just nu. Texten är grym så här bjuder jag på den!! Enjoy!

A just det, glömde säga. Kollegan ringde. Hotellet blev uppbokat av 44 poliser ikväll. Hon sa att jag hade många och förhoppningsvis snygga uniformer att komma till. Vad är oddsen, 7 på 40? Ill get back to that one! För en gångs skull ser jag fram emot att komma till jobbet, jobbar kortpanna i morrn dessutom och börjar inte förrän 09, det är ju lite synd. Jag erbjöd mig tom att komma in tidigare, hör på den ni, men hon tyckte att 70 pers i en frukost sal som rymmer 20 var en baggis, satmara!! Jag ska komma ihåg det nästa gång hon har 40 moppemushar i 14 års åldern själv oxå :D

Nå, över till bästa låten igen da! Herrå

Let me hold you 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 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 tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay

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?

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 say
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late, too late

Oh, it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay

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?

But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late, too late

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
So how can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?
Oh, you know 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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