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 kinda funny I find it kinda sad the dreams in which I'm dying are the
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