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November Third

from Gold Fools by Spanish Prisoners

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a hurricane came, it tore us apart
I need a new plan, I need a new start
a hurricane came, it tore us apart
I need a new plan, 'cause I lost the one I got
the only justice that remains, the crack of an electric drum
if you gonna judge me on my dreams, then don't tell me that its wrong
I stitched defensive lies, oh but you just kick them away
you can't say I never tried but its all the same

if the truth is that I walk alone, in the nights spent on my own
you never notice when I'm not around, you're saying words that I can't understand....

you picked up the knife, your fingers shaking
don't pretend the blade had no history with you
the room became so small, there's no escaping
I never noticed from afar how your hands shook in the dark

we walk side by side, I talk of leaving, you say "goodbye"
so many hours that we spent dealing in secrets I can't defend
now when I speak of life, when I speak of death
you ask if that's all that I have left,
but who could judge me on my dreams when I don't know what that means?

if the truth is that I walk alone, in the nights spent on my own
you never notice when I'm not around, you're saying words I don't understand....

you picked up the knife, your fingers shaking
don't pretend the blade had no history with you
the room became so small, there's no escaping
I never noticed from afar how your hands shook in the dark

you picked up the knife, your fingers shaking
don't pretend the blade had no history with you
the room became so small, there's no escaping
I never noticed from afar how your hands shook in the dark//////

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from Gold Fools, released October 4, 2011

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Spanish Prisoners Los Angeles, California

Spanish Prisoners started as a solo project by Leo Maymind in Columbus, Ohio. It grew and changed shape over the course of a decade. The band now consists of Maymind and producer / multi-instrumentalist Michael DiSanto. Their forthcoming album, Don't It Sting, will be released on September 15, 2023 and was recorded in both New York and LA over the course of 2019-2021. ... more

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