Lletres:
Andrews Michael

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

Traducció: Michael Andrews. Mad World (feat Gary Jules).

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

he came That voice which calls to me And speaks my name And do I dream again For now I find The phantom of the opera is there Inside my mind The phantom (Michael