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G# _ .
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F# _ All around me
A are familiar _
E faces, worn out
B places, worn out faces.
_
F# Pretend to live
A on their daily _
E races, going _
B nowhere, going _
F# nowhere.
Their tears are
A filling up my eyes, _
E _ _ _ _
B though they're special.
F# In my head I
A want to drown my
E sorrow, for tomorrow,
B for tomorrow.
F# _ When I'm on a
B kind of funny, I might be
F# kind of sad.
The dreams and
B shit I'm dying are the best I've ever
F# had.
I find it
B hard to tell you, cause I find it
F# hard to take.
When people are
B all in circles, it's a very
F#m G#m bad,
F#m _ _
B _ _ .
_
F#m _ _
E _
F#m _
B bad world.
_ _
F# _
G#m _
F#m _
B Bad _ .
_ _
F#m _ _ _ _
B _ _ .
_ _
F# _ _ _ _
A _ _ .
_ _
E _ _ _ _
B _ .
people.
_
F# _ It's a feel good,
A _ .
temperate child, she
E sits and listens,
B sits and
F# listens.
_ _ _
A _ _ .
_ _
E The one you
B need, the one you
F# miss.
_ Teach her
A dear, what's my lesson,
E the cries for
B me, the cries for
F# me.
On a
B kind of funny, I find it
F# kind of sad.
The dreams in
B which I'm dying are the best I've ever
F# had.
I find it
B hard to tell you, cause I find it
F# hard to take.
When people are
B all in circles, it's a very,
C#m very _
F#m _
B mad world.
_ _
C#m _ _
F#m _
B Mad world.
_
F#m _ _ _
B Mad world.
F#m _ _
G#m _
F#m _ _
B _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
A _ .
Mad world.
_ _
E _ _ .
_ _
B _ _ _
F#m _ _ _ .
_ _ _
A _ _ _
E _ _ .
_ _
B Mad world.
F# _ _ .
On a kind of
B funny, I find it
F# kind of sad.
The dreams in
B which I'm dying are the best I've ever
F# had.
I find it
B hard to tell you, cause I find it hard to
F# take.
When people
B are all in circles, it's a very,
C#m very.
B Bad _ _ _ _ _
F#m _ _ .
_ _
B _ _ _ _
F#m _
C#m _ .
B world.
_ _
F#m Bad _ _ _ _
B world Bad world _ _ _ _ .
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E _ _ _ _ _ .
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B _ _ .
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