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Saturday, December 27, 2003
4:36 and Mad World.
All around me are familiar places,
worn out places,
worn out faces.
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere.
The 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 sad
The 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
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way every child should
Sit and listen, sit and lsiten
Went to school and i was very nervous
No one knew me, no 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 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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