Lyrics

All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda 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, mad world Mad world, mad world Mad world, mad world Mad world, mad world All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda 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, mad world Mad world, mad world Mad world Mad world
Writer(s): Bob Riley, Buddy Armstrong, Mike Maney, Jay Sunkes, Jason D Bittner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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