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Complicated Illusions - Manic Street Preachers

Lyrics by：James Dean Bradfield/Nick Jones/Sean Moore

Composed by：James Dean Bradfield/Nick Jones/Sean Moore

On a street of old bones

Dust masquerades as skin

Time turns itself to stone

Nothing left to lose and nothing left to win

Desires to break and deconstruct

I defend the middle ground

Every battle I've ever fought

Has either been lost or bought

And in the rhythm of your voice

I find space to rejoice

My complicated illusions

Leave me with no choice

Even the answers that I dream

Are riddled with doubt and holes

Illusions are complicated

Redacted and retold

And in the rhythm of your voice

I find space to rejoice

My complicated illusions

Leave me with no choice

And in the margins of the page

Truth hides but leaves a trace

My complicated illusions

Are now no more than faith

And in the rhythm of your voice

I find space to rejoice

My complicated illusions

Leave me with no choice

And in the margins of the page

Truth hides but leaves a trace

My complicated illusions

Are now no more than faith