A Tattered Line of String

We drained every dime, in the lower east side
 And you failed to catch the train back to Queens
 So you came to my room
 We did some things that we knew not to do
 In the glow of the night's golden hue
 You've got a tattered line of string
 And you tied 'round everything
 That you want to call your own
 But it never seems to hold
 When we walk, we agreed
 That we would not ever speak of
 of this night to anyone that we both knew
 Then you said
 "Every time we kissed
 I felt something that couldn't exist"
 And I confessed that I thought I felt it too
 I've got a tattered line of string
 And I tied 'round everything
 That I want to call my own
 But it never seems to hold
 I've got a tattered light of string
 And I tied 'round everything
 That I want to call my own
 But it never seems to hold
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 You've got a tattered light of string
 And you tied 'round everything
 That you want to call your own
 But it never seems to hold
 I've got a tattered line of string
 And I tied 'round everything
 That I want to call my own
 But it never seems to hold