Mad World

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Intro 
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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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Their tears are filling up their glasses 
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No expression, no tomorrow 
 

 
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And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad 
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The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had 
 

 
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Children waiting for the day they feel good 
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Happy birthday, happy birthday 
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And I 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 kinda funny, I find it kinda sad 
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The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had 
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I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take 
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When people run in circles it's a very very 
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Men cry beside the graveyard wall 
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Their sons have gone, they've lost it all 
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The mothers wait with empty hands 
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For children who won't come home again 
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The boring's long, the rain falls cold 
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And every story's already been told 
 

 
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And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad 
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The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had 
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I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take 
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When people run in circles it's a very very 
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Enlarging your world, trying to make sense of it all 
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But the more I see, the less I understand 
 

 
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And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad 
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The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had 
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I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take 
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When people run in circles it's a very very 
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Outro 
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