All this confusion
Hidden behind a simple illusion
It paints a picture in your head
Kinda makes you wish you were dead
Cause the static sound is too much
For your pretty little mind to grasp control of
So you waste your days holdin' onto nothing
When you're sitting there thinkin' it's more than something
But there's no use in hidin'
Cause baby, you're glowin'
And here I am, sitting, wondering
Asking myself 'who's that man and
What's he done to make you feel so blue?'
He's got this hold on you,
Well this sort of love, it's long overdue
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