C D F My hands never betrayed at allC D F It's a different kind of pain when the night's so longC D F And these plans were never made at allC D F It was a different kind of strain once the drugs wore off[Bridge] C D F (x4) [Verse]C D F My eyes they weren't prepared at allC D F For the next stop on the train where I had to get offC D F 'cause these plans were never made at allC D F You've been telling lies and now it's time to go home
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Fog Lake
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Continua depois do anúncio
Tom: