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Tom: F#m 
F#m                   A 
All around me are familiar faces, 
E                     B 
worn out places, worn out faces, 
F#m                        A 
Bright and early for their daily races, 
E                 B 
going nowhere, going nowhere, 
F#m                           A 
And their tears are filling up their glasses, 
E                 B 
no expression, no expression, 
F#m                          A 
Hide my head, I want to drown my sorrow, 
E               B 
no tomorrow, no tomorrow, 
F#m                   B 
And I find it kind of funny, 
                F#m 
I find it kind of sad, 
                          B 
The dreams in which I'm dying 
                       F#m 
are the best I've every had. 
                   B 
I find it hard to tell you, 
                       F#m 
cause I find it hard to take, 
                          B 
when people run in circles, it's a very, very 
F#m  A  B        F#m   A     B 
         Mad World           mad world 
F#m  A B        F#m   A     B 
         Mad World           mad world 
F#m                          A 
Children waiting for the day they feel good, 
E                  B 
Happy birthday, happy birthday, 
F#m                         A 
Made to feel the way that every child should 
E              B 
sit and listen, sit and listen. 
F#m                           A 
Went to school and I was very nervous, 
E                     B 
No one knew me, no one knew me, 
F#m                     A 
Hello teacher, tell me what's my lesson, 
E                           B 
look right through me, look right through me 
F#m  A  E  B  F#m A E B 
F#m                   B 
And I find it kind of funny, 
                 F#m 
I find it kind of sad, 
                         B 
The dreams in which I'm dying 
                       F#m 
are the best I've every had. 
                   B 
I find it hard to tell you, 
                      F#m 
cause I find it hard to take,
                      B 
when people run in circles, it's a very, very 
F#m  A      B    F#m   A     B 
         Mad World           mad world 
F#m  A      B    F#m   A     B 
         Mad World           mad world