We drained every dime, in the lower east side
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And you failed to catch the train back to Queens
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So you came to my room
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We did some things that we knew not to do
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In the glow of the night¡¯s golden cue
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Chorus:
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You¡¯ve got the tattered light of string,
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And you tied round everything
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That you want to call your own
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But it never seems to hold
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When we walk, we agreed
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That we will not ever s?eak of this night to anyone that we both knew
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Then you said:
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¡®Every time we kissed, I felt something that couldn¡¯t exist¡¯
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And I confessed that I thought I felt it too
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Chorus:
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I¡¯ve got a tattered light of string,
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And I tied round everything
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That I want to call your own
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But it never seems to hold
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Chorus:
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I got a tattered light of string,
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And I tied round everything
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That I want to call your own
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But it never seems to hold
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E-verything
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Every-thing
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Never seems to hold
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Never seems to hold
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Chorus:
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You¡¯ve got the tattered light of string,
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And you tied round everything
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That you want to call your own
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But it never seems to hold
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Chorus:
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I got a tattered light of string,
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And I tied round everything
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That I want to call your own
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But it never seems to h
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A Tattered Line of String
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The Postal Service |