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The feeling's creeping up All the delicate things we can't discuss This room is small enough Losing track of people I can trust I get so tired of fighting I get so tired of you I get so tired of believing The words I say that just aren't true The simple pleasures I confide in Have made a fool of lesser men If I can keep the wheels in motion I might seem better than I've been I feel it sinking in There's no way to tell how this one ends Put on that dress again Now I can't get the image out my hеad You get so tired of hiding You get so tirеd of me You get so tired of dreaming How much better off you'd be The simple pleasures I confide in SongtexteHave made a fool of lesser men If I can keep the wheels in motion I might seem better than I've been The simple pleasures I confide in Have made a fool of lesser men If I can keep the wheels in motion I might seem better than I've been Aus Songtexte Mania