I feel lonely in the crowd, because I know this stuff ain’t real
I feel so lonely in the crowd, because I know this stuff ain’t real
If you’re only another one in the mob, tell me how would you feel?
You say nice things when you see me, you can feel happy by my side
You’re glad to see me near and you feel happy by my side
But you’ll never notice when I’m gone or even when I sigh
Oh, please, pretend to be my friends for you have my hope to kill
Pretend to be my friends again, or it’s my hope that you can kill
If you’re another one in the crowd just think how would you feel?
Another one in the crowd
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