all around me are familiar faces
worn out places, worn out faces

bright and early for the daily races
going no where, going no where

their tears are filling up their glasses
no expression, no expression

hide my head i wanna drown my sorrow
no tomorrow, no tomorrow

and i find i 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 its a very very


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