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The Lumineers
everyone requires a plan
He whispers secrets through a thick mustacheAnd she listens to him
Flicks her cigarette's ash
And smoke hangs velvet curtains
And hides her lips
And she hopes to hell it's worth all her health risks
I know it was you
I know it was you
Cause everyone requires a plan
I can give you
It's all been a sleight of hand
I know it was you
I know it was you