From the recording Electric Sol

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Produced and mixed by Cliff Sarde at Tuckey Lane Studios
Ed Sweet—Vocals and keyboards
Cliff Sarde—Keyboards, guitar, and drum programming
Words and music by Ed Sweet
© ℗ 2017 Ed Sweet/ESAPublishing

Lyrics

Something isn’t right
Trouble in paradise
Not sure what you’re up to now
But I know we’ll pay the price

Oh why do you lie?
Is it just a game you play
With people who you love?
I hope you’re satisfied
With all the things
The things
You made a mess of
The things
You made a mess of

You think you’re pretty slick
And that your story’s gonna stick
But I caught you red-handed
And revealed your dirty tricks

Tell me why do you lie?
Is it just a game you play
With the people who you love?
I hope you’re satisfied
With all the things
The things
You made a mess of
The things
You made a mess of

Between you and me
There can be no debate
There’s almost no line
Between our love and our hate
We may have had times
That were better than great
But baby you blew it
And now it’s too late

Oh why do you lie?
What a crazy game you play
With the fools you say you love?
I hope you’re satisfied
With all the things
The things
You made a mess of
The things
You made a mess of
The things
You made a mess of