Tempo de música

   Chega de trabalho: aí vem uma musiquinha.

    Duas vozes chorosas para uma música tão comercial quanto intensa.

          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 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

...

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

...

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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