| We trained every time, 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 In the glow of the night’s golden hue
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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 woke, we agreed
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| That we will not ever sweak 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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| 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 hold
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| Never seems to hold |