Texten till Morrisons och Furtados "Broken Strings" är det sorgligaste jag hört sedan Damian Rices "Blowers daughter".
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
I can’t like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before
Oh and 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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