Susan Boyle - Mad World Lyrics
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Mad World
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What Are The Lyrics For Mad World By Susan Boyle?
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere And 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 kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you 'Cause 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 Want to feel the way every child should Sit and listen, sit and listen 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 The 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 The 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 girl Mad world |
Who Wrote Mad World By Susan Boyle?
Roland Orzabal
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What's The Duration Of The Mad World By Susan Boyle?The duration of Mad World is 4:03 minutes and seconds. |
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