Mad World

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All around me are familiar faces,
Worn out places
Worn out faces.
Bright and early for their daily races,
Going nowhere
Going nowhere.

And their tears are filling up their glasses,
No expression
No expression.
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow,
No tomorrow
No tomorrow.

And I find it kind of funny,
I find it kind of sad,
The dreams in which i'm dying
Are the best I've ever had.
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take,
When people run in circles it's a

Very

Very

Mad World.
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