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Sipping on your looks but you drink me in pass over the flattery again its hanging heavy on my chest and its better left invisible for now confessions are bouncing round my head so i add them to the archive of things we've never said i lock them up with all the rest but its better left invisible for now if the rope we walk starts wobbling the river tide feels like its coming in i lock them up with all the rest its hanging heavy on my chest though its tempting to confess its better left invisible for now temperature rising fever is high i can't see no future i can't see no sky my eyes are wide open and so is my head i'm praying to someone get me out of this hell From Letras Mania