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Words and music by Jenn Lindsay


In October through the village
A tour of ghosts and exorcisms
Your old bar was a different place
My old bench behind a fence
We walked on the Brooklyn Bridge
We shared a bit more than a kiss (yes we did).
Looking back weíre always young
And in the pictures so in love
Onlookers look at our luck
They want the love that lights us up

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you cheated on me that many times
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the golden thread has come undone

love was built on a house of cards
turns out the cards were made of words
three-quarters of that house was true
all of me and half of you
now I am a thousand minds
my kaleidoscope heart contracts and winds
numbers and facts say what you do
crashing waves say I lost you
last time love died so slow
by the time it died it was time to go
this time love is an amputee
with phantom limbs and phantom teeth

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you cheated on me that many times
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the golden thread has come undone

Now I know youíre a skirt chaser
Thatís why pencils have erasers
And youíre in a shape I wouldnít want to be
Making someone who loves you doubt sanity
Doubt her lovely memories
Doubt what was deep and what was just deceit
Look at me and Sandra B
Cuckolded by selfish squeezes
Hers was a bad boy, mine a PhD
He chose cake. He canít have me.

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you cheated on me that many times
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the golden thread has come undone

Brooklyn Bridge, itís still mine
That brontosaurus backbone soars to the sky
Lady Liberty rises from the sea
Her torch is up in solidarity.
Youíre just a story Iíve got to tell
And the city metaphors you like everybody else.
Youíre just another guy who had a connection
And threw it all away for a fleeting distraction.
Itís not special and it served no purpose.
I think we'd all agree that it wasnít worth it.

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you cheated on me that many times
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the golden thread has come undone

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I canít bear to add it up another time
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Thatís a lot. Weíre undone.