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all around me are familiar faces
worn out places, worn out faces
bright and early for the daily races
going no where, going no where
the tears are filling up their glasses
no expression, no expression
hide my head i wanna drown my sorrow
no tomorrow, o tomorrow
and i find it kind of funny, i find it kind of sad
in 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
children waiting for the day they feel good
happy birthday, happy birthday
i want to feel the way that every child should
sits and listen, sits and listen

i went to school and i was very nervous
no one knew me, no one knew me
hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
looked right through me, she looked right through me
and i find it kind of funny, i find it kind of sad
in 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
and i find it kind of funny, i find it kind of sad
in 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, sad world, mad world, mad world

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Susan Magdalane Boyle (born 1 April 1961 in Blackburn, West Lothian, Scotland) is a Scottish singer who came to international public attention when she appeared as a contestant on reality TV programme Britain's Got Talent on 11 April 2009, singing "I Dreamed a Dream" from Les Misérables. Her first album was released in November 2009 and debuted as the number one best-selling CD on charts around the globe.

Read more about Susan Boyle on Last.fm.


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