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Broken Strings [CWC]
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Complete, First published Apr 19, 2014
♪'Oh, it tears me up
I try to hold on but it hurts too much
I try to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay'


'You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything'


'WHEN YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU A LITTLE LESS THAN BEFORE...' ♪
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