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