G Bm We drained every nightG Bm In the lower East SideG Bm G Bm And you failed to catch the train back to QueensG Bm So you came to my roomG Bm We did some things that we knew not to doG Bm G Bm In the glow of the nights golden hue ChorusC D You've got a tattered line of stringEm G That you've tied 'round everythingC D That you want to call your ownEm G But it never seems to holdContinúa después del anuncioVerse IIG Bm When we woke we agreedG Bm That we would not ever speakG Bm G Bm Of this night to anyone that we both knewG Bm And you said, "Every time we kissG Bm I felt something that could not exist"G Bm G Bm And I confessed that I thought that I felt it too ChorusC D You've got a tattered line of stringEm G That you've tied 'round everythingC Bm That you want to call your ownD G But it never seems to hold BreakG BmG BmG BmG Bm ChorusC D You've got a tattered line of stringEm G That you've tied 'round everythingC D That you want to call your ownEm G But it never seems to hold
Tattered Line Of String
The Postal Service
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