C Bm We drained every dimeC Bm In the lower East SideC Bm D And you failed to catch the train back to QueensC Bm So you came to my roomC Bm We did some things that we knew not to doC Bm D In the glow of the nights golden hue ChorusC Bm You've got a tattered line of stringD That you've tied 'round everythingC Bm That you want to call your ownD But it never seems to holdVerse IIC Bm When we woke we agreedC Bm That we would not ever speakC Bm D Of this night to anyone that we both knewC Bm And you said, "Every time we kissC Bm I felt something that could not exist"C Bm D And I confessed that I thought that I felt it too ChorusC Bm You've got a tattered line of stringD That you've tied 'round everythingC Bm That you want to call your ownD But it never seems to hold BreakC BmC BmC BmC Bm D ChorusC Bm You've got a tattered line of stringD That you've tied 'round everythingC Bm That you want to call your ownD But it never seems to hold
Tattered Line Of String
The Postal Service
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