6 November 2007
It's been here since you've been gone
It's been hanging round too long
A thing called sadness not much of a friend
When you walked out it walked in.
In every chair where I sit down
It follows me all over town
A thing called sadness not much of a friend
When you walked out it walked in.
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 expres
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 its a very
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