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Miles Kane Colour Of The Trap

get up and leave again Just as the evening threatens to set Consider this now it's not too late I have watched you change The colour of the trap I

staring at me Whoa Whoa You're a million miles, A million miles away So Come Closer So Come Closer So Come Closer Whoa Ahha Whoa Whoao You're a million miles, A million miles

When I turn to my favourite hideway My hand on hip Always be the same Only half a plan Once I thought that I was over you Now you're back and I'm falling

I've been lookin' forward to liftin' up the veil Yes is the answer you know that for sure The night time is the right time, don't you know girl You've

Ive been searching for love im sorry i escaped you i wonder how i will end for now, i'll will carry to push on through and bite my jealous lip and

you get up and leave again Just as the evening threatens to set Consider this now it's not too late I have watched you change The color of the trap before

I want to climb on your shadow I want to use pseudonyms You say the way and I'll follow I won't try to escape And I don't know why on earth I'm calling