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by Fog Lake

on Holy Cross (2013)

My hands never betrayed at all
It's a different kind of pain when the night's so long
And these plans were never made at all
It was a different kind of strain once the drugs wore off
My eyes they weren't prepared at all
For the next stop on the train where I had to get off
'cause these plans were never made at all
You've been telling lies and now it's time to go home