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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benjamin Gibbard
Vocals
Jimmy Tamborello
Programming
Jenny Lewis
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Gibbard
Songwriter
Jimmy Tamborello
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Postal Service
Producer
Emily Lazar
Mastering Engineer
Jimmy Tamborello
Producer
Tekst Utworu
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
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
Writer(s): Benjamin Gibbard, Jimmy Tamborello
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