All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

And the tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
And my head, I wanna drown my sorrows
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny and I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I ever had
And I find it hard to tell you and I find it hard to take
When people run in circles, it’s a very, very
Mad world, mad world

She reached out her hand but there was nothing… nothing for her to hold on to… She’s alone again. Back in the deserted empty space. Back in the dark.
“…. .  — .”, her tears flowed…

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