All around me are familiar faces, |
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worn out places, worn out faces, |
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Bright and early for their daily races, |
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going nowhere, going nowhere, |
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And their tears are filling up their glasses, |
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no expression, no expression, |
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Hide my head, I want to drown my sorrow, |
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no tomorrow, no tomorrow, |
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And I find it kind of funny, |
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The dreams in which I’m dying |
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are the best I’ve every had. |
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I find it hard to tell you, |
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cause I find it hard to take, |
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when people run in circles, |
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Children waiting for the day they feel good, |
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Happy birthday, happy birthday, |
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Made to feel the way that every child should |
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sit and listen, sit and listen. |
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Went to school and I was very nervous, |
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No one knew me, no one knew me, |
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Hello teacher, tell me what’s my lesson, |
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look right through me, look right through me |
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And I find it kind of funny, |
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The dreams in which I’m dying |
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are the best I’ve every had. |
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I find it hard to tell you, |
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cause I find it hard to take, |
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when people run in circles, |
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Mad World, mad world, mad world, mad world |
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