Somehow I woke up with this song in my head – <\/p>\n
All around me are familiar faces, <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Somehow I woke up with this song in my head – 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, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-23","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.folsoms.net\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.folsoms.net\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.folsoms.net\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.folsoms.net\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.folsoms.net\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=23"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.folsoms.net\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.folsoms.net\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=23"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.folsoms.net\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=23"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.folsoms.net\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=23"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nworn out places, worn out faces,
\nBright and early for their daily races,
\ngoing nowhere, going nowhere,
\nAnd their tears are filling up their glasses,
\nno expression, no expression,
\nHide my head, I want to drown my sorrow,
\nno tomorrow, no tomorrow,
\nAnd I find it kind of funny,
\nI find it kind of sad,
\nThe dreams in which I’m dying
\nare the best I’ve every had.
\nI find it hard to tell you,
\ncause I find it hard to take,
\nwhen people run in circles,
\nit’s a very, very
\nMad World mad world mad world mad world<\/i><\/p>\n