C D F My hands never betrayed at all C D F It's a different kind of pain when the night's so long C D F And these plans were never made at all C 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 all C D F For the next stop on the train where I had to get off C D F 'cause these plans were never made at all C D F You've been telling lies and now it's time to go home