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| Am | |
| Let me | hold you |
| C | |
| For the | last time |
| F | |
| It's the | last chance to feel again |
| Am | |
| But you | broke me |
| C | F | Dm | |
| Now I | can't feel any | thing |
| Am | |
| When I | love you, |
| C | |
| It's so | untrue |
| F | |
| I | can't even convince myself |
| Am | |
| When I'm | speaking, |
| C | F | Dm | |
| It's the | voice of someone | else |
| F | G | Am | |
| Oh it | tears | me | up |
| F | G | Em | |
| I | try to hold | on, but it | hurts too much |
| F | G | Em | F | C | |
| I | try to for | give, but it's | not enough to m | ake it all okay |
| Dm | Am | |
| You can't | play on broken | strings |
| C | G | |
| You can't | feel any | thing |
| Dm | Am | |
| That your | heart don't want to | feel |
| C | G | |
| I can't | tell you something that ain't | real |
| F | |
| Oh the | truth hurts |
| Am | |
| And | lies worse |
| C | G | |
| How can I give any | more |
| Dm | Am | G | |
| When I | love you a little | less than | before |
| Am | C | |
| Oh what | are we | doing |
| F | |
| We are | turning into dust |
| Am | C | F | Dm | |
| Playing | house in the | ruins of | us |
| Am | C | |
| Running | back through the | fire |
| F | |
| When there's | nothing left to save |
| Am | C | F | Dm | |
| It's like | chasing the very | last train when it's too | late |
| F | G | Am | |
| Oh it | tears | me | up |
| F | G | Em | |
| I | try to hold | on, but it | hurts too much |
| F | G | Em | F | C | |
| I | try to for | give, but it's | not enough to | make it all okay |
| Dm | Am | |
| You can't | play on broken | strings |
| C | G | |
| You can't | feel any | thing |
| Dm | Am | |
| That your | heart don't want to | feel |
| C | G | |
| I can't | tell you something that ain't | real |
| F | |
| Oh the | truth hurts |
| Am | |
| And | lies worse |
| C | G | |
| How can I give any | more |
| Dm | Am | G | |
| When I | love you a little | less than | before |
| Am | C | |
| But we're | running through the | fire |
| F | |
| When there's | nothing left to save |
| Am | C | |
| It's like | chasing the very last | train |
| F | Dm | |
| When we | both know it's too late ( | too late) |
| Dm | Am | |
| You can't | play on broken | strings |
| C | G | |
| You can't | feel any | thing |
| Dm | Am | |
| That your | heart don't want to | feel |
| C | G | |
| I can't | tell you something that ain't | real |
| F | |
| Well th | e truth hurts |
| Am | |
| And | lies worse |
| C | G | |
| How can I give any | more |
| Dm | Am | G | |
| When I | love you a little | less than | before |
| Dm | Am | G | |
| Oh when | I love you a litt | le less tha | n before |
| Am | C | |
| Let me | hold you for the | last time |
| F | Dm | |
| It's the | last chance to feel | again |