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I go out with the crowd, |
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I play the game |
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Pretending out loud but it don't seem the same |
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For the heart of the crowd is gone from sight |
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My part of the crowd is not with me tonight |
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I remember the fun, every dance with you |
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All the crazy things that we used to do |
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Sometimes we'd wait for a chance and then we'd steal away |
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From the crowd and the dance to our hideaway |
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But you're gone and it's not the same old game |
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I fall apart each time |
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I hear your name |
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Guess, I'll go along with the crowd, |
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I'll make believe |
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That you'll come back to me, run back to me |
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Hurry back to the crowd and me |
