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. Their tears are filling up their glasses. No expression. No expression. Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow, no tomorrown. 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. I find it hard to take. When people run in circles its a very very mad world. Mad world.                                      R.I.P. Mr. Saltzman

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