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We draCined every dime Bm
In the lowCer East Side Bm
And you failedC to catch the train back to BmQueens D
So you came Cto my room Bm
We did some things thaCt we knew not to do Bm
In the gloCw of the nights gBmolden hue D
You've got a tattereCd line of string Bm
That you've tied 'roDund everything
That you want toC call your own Bm
But it neDver seems to hold
When we woke we aCgreed Bm
That we would noCt ever speak Bm
Of this nightC to anyone that Bmwe both knew D
And you said, "Every timCe we kiss Bm
I felt sComething that could not exist" Bm
And I confCessed that I thought thaBmt I felt it too D
You've got a tatterCed line of string Bm
That you've tied 'roDund everything
That you want toC call your own Bm
But it neDver seems to hold
CBm
CBm
CBm
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You've got a tatterCed line of string Bm
That you've tied 'roDund everything
That you want toC call your own Bm
But it neDver seems to hold
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