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Broken Strings

"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 rings 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 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
A lie's 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 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
A lie's 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 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
A lie's worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

Oh when love you a little less than before
Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again"

Lyrics from Broken Srtings, James Morrisson featuring Nelly Furtado

Mr. Jack Skellington

"Olho para ti e já não sei,

o que fazer para te mostrar, que o amor é outra coisa,

é muito mais do que sonhar.

Vejo o chão onde não tocas,

porque vives pelo ar,

corres perdida entre montanhas,

onde o sol custa a entrar.

Usas palavras que desconheces,

quando mergulhas no meu mar,

procurar verdades que já conheces,

quando te fala o meu olhar.

Atrás de ti anda o vento,

que te suga a vontade,

sopra forte e já sem tento,

enquanto te engole a liberdade.

Estou aqui em meu recanto,

onde um dia me deixaste,

contemplando o teu encanto,

quando um dia me beijaste."

In Mar Adentro, Ramon