James Morrison - Broken strings

Let me ^Bmhold you For the ^Bmlast time It's the l^Gast chance to feel aga^Gin But you ^Bmbroke me Now I ^Bmcan't feel anyt^Ghing When I ^Bmlove you, It's so u^Bmntrue I c^Gan't even convince mys^Gelf When I'm s^Bmpeaking, It's the v^Doice of someone e^Glse ^Em

Oh it ^Gtears ^Ame ^Bmup I t^Gry to hold ^Aon, but it ^F#mhurts too much I ^Gtry to for^Agive, but it's ^F#mnot enough to ma^Gke it all okay ^D

You can't p^Emlay on broken ^Bmstrings You can't f^Deel anyt^Ahing That your h^Emeart don't want to ^Bmfeel I can't t^Dell you something that ain't ^Areal Oh the t^Gruth hurts And l^Bmies worse ^DHow can I give anym^Aore When I l^Emove you a little ^Bmless than bef^Aore

Oh what a^Bmre we ^Ddoing We are t^Gurning into d^Dust Playing ^Bmhouse in the ^Druins of ^Gus ^Em Running ^Bmback through the ^Dfire When there's ^Gnothing left to s^Dave It's like ^Bmchasing the v^Dery last train when it's ^Gtoo late ^Em

Oh it ^Gtears ^Ame ^Bmup I ^Gtry to hold ^Aon, but it ^F#mhurts too much I ^Gtry to for^Agive, but it's ^F#mnot enough to m^Gake it all okay ^D

You can't p^Emlay on broken ^Bmstrings You can't f^Deel anyt^Ahing That your h^Emeart don't want to ^Bmfeel I can't t^Dell you something that ain't ^Areal Oh the t^Gruth hurts And l^Bmies worse ^DHow can I give anym^Aore When I l^Emove you a little ^Bmless than bef^Aore

But we're r^Gunning through the ^Bmfire When there's n^Dothing left to ^Gsave It's like c^Bmhasing the ver^Dy last train When we ^Dboth know it's too l^Gate (too late)

You can't p^Emlay on broken ^Bmstrings You can't f^Deel anyt^Ahing That your h^Emeart don't want to ^Bmfeel I can't t^Dell you something that ain't ^Areal Oh the t^Gruth hurts And l^Bmies worse ^DHow can I give anym^Aore When I l^Emove you a little ^Bmless than bef^Aore

Let me h^Bmold you for the l^Dast time It's the ^Alast chance to feel ag^Gain