And i should've known this is a world of accidental suicides
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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 I kind of
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