Fog Lake - Seeds | Текст песни

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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
cos these plans were never made at all
you've been telling lies and now it's time to go home

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