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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.

Their tears are filling up their glasses,
No expression, no expression.
Hide my head, I wanna drown my sorrow,
No tomorrow, no tomorrow.

And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
That 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.
Mad world.

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