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All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
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 dieing
Are the best I 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
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dieing
Are the best I 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
Enlargen your world
Mad world.
I can't sleep, and this song is stuck in my head. I'm not so sure I want to sleep tonight... but nothing running through my head is worth being awake for. I need to get out of this reacuring nightmare, these things need to stop happening to me. My heart is beating but my feet aren't, I'm standing still, I'm not even trying to fight the undertoe. I wonder how many times I'll sit here, feeling just like this, for all those people who don't give a shit, I wonder how many times, before something good stays in my life for more than a moment. I wonder how many times I'll lie awake and think of love and romance, of all the things I ought to be as a man, and cry for them. Cry and blame myself for their greedy hands and consuming eyes, and how quickly they pass me by. This is a mad world. And I a mad man who doesn't accept it as it is, I am the change I want to see in this world, but it's hard to see myself when I open my eyes, and there they are. All those people. Stareing back at me. Consuming, smiling, happy, lying they're leaving me to write this pointless monolouge of misery again. Lonely night, give me back the things I thought I had, show me why I fight, before I fall.
-goodnight, sort of
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
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 dieing
Are the best I 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
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dieing
Are the best I 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
Enlargen your world
Mad world.
I can't sleep, and this song is stuck in my head. I'm not so sure I want to sleep tonight... but nothing running through my head is worth being awake for. I need to get out of this reacuring nightmare, these things need to stop happening to me. My heart is beating but my feet aren't, I'm standing still, I'm not even trying to fight the undertoe. I wonder how many times I'll sit here, feeling just like this, for all those people who don't give a shit, I wonder how many times, before something good stays in my life for more than a moment. I wonder how many times I'll lie awake and think of love and romance, of all the things I ought to be as a man, and cry for them. Cry and blame myself for their greedy hands and consuming eyes, and how quickly they pass me by. This is a mad world. And I a mad man who doesn't accept it as it is, I am the change I want to see in this world, but it's hard to see myself when I open my eyes, and there they are. All those people. Stareing back at me. Consuming, smiling, happy, lying they're leaving me to write this pointless monolouge of misery again. Lonely night, give me back the things I thought I had, show me why I fight, before I fall.
-goodnight, sort of