all around me are familiar faces
worn out places, worn out faces
bright and early for the daily races
going nowhere, going nowhere
the tears are filling up their glasses
n o e x p r e s s i o n, n o e x p r e s s i o n..
hide my head i wanna drown my sorrow
no tomorrow, no tomorrow
and i find it kind of funny, i find it kind of sad
the dreams in which
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