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There's a world where the men are dressing up on heat And the girls don't listen, they just want to speak And the aim of the game is to get laid And the rules are drink until you've got some game But I'm tired of pretending Yeah, I'm tired of pretending I'm tired of pretending That I'm not strange And the conversation's dull But the cigarette helps But your vodka's all gone Before the ice can melt So cynical for one so young I had a mushroom trip and thought Talking to the trees more fun But I'm tired of pretending Yeah, I'm tired of pretending I'm tired of pretending That I'm not strange Now we pretend to be normal people every day And if you're not pretending then you're pretty strange I find it hard to relate through the language mist Letras de cancionesAnd the images of saints and the memories of bliss From the day when I cried when circles in my mind Were in the river and the tide and the sun was star light And I knew my mind was a prism or a prison Or should I say I knew it till I blew it all that night In a sweet, sweet girl, I can't remember her name And even if I could it'd all be the same She had brown eyes, she had soft hair It was at an after party and the strokes where there Coz no matter how Jesusy and saintly you can get There's always one thing that keeps me coming back. A hunger from within, or is it from without? No rationality I wanna feel love I wanna feel love I wanna feel love I wanna feel love (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna feel love I wanna feel love I wanna feel love I wanna feel love From Letras Mania