Sipping on your looks but you drink me in
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Pass over the flattery again
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It's hanging heavy on my chest
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And it's better left invisible for now
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Confessions are bouncing 'round my head
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So I add them to the archive of things we've never said
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I lock them up with all the rest
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But it's better left invisible for now
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If the rope we walk starts wobbling
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The river tide feels like it's coming in
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I lock them up with all the rest
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Its hanging heavy on my chest
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Though it's tempting to confess
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Its better left invisible for now
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Temperature rising, fever is high
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I can't see no future, I can't see no sky
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My eyes are wide open and so is my head
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I'm praying to someone, get me out of this hell
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Better Left Invisible
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| Miles Kane |
