All around me are familiar faces.
Worn out places.
Worn out faces.
Bright and early for the 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 of which im dying are the
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