I hate the crowd, the wrong crowd

That keeps me in,

I'm drowning now.

 And there's no hope

No lovely hope

To keep me safe, to keep me sound.

I fall too easy, and I can't swim

Now I can't breathe when the water comes in.

So I wait for that voice,

That sacred voice

To be my hope

When the crowd starts to win.


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