
All around me are familiar faces.
Worn out faces, worn out places.
Bright and early for their daily races,
going nowhere, I'm going downstairs.
The tears are falling up their glaces.

Hide my Hand I want to drown my sorrow.
No tomorrow, no Tomorrow!
And I find it kind of Funny, i find it kind of sad.
The dream in which I'm dying are the beste I've ever had.
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take.
When peaople run in circles it's a very very...
Mad world.#

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