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All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places,
worn out faces.

Bright and early for their 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 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 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 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.

Mad world.