Standard (EADGBE)

I go out with the crowd, I play the game,

pretending out loud..but it don't seem the same.

For the heart of the crowd..is gone from sight,

my part of the crowd..is not with me tonight.

I remember the prom..every dance with you,

all the crazy things..that we used to do.

Sometimes we'd wait for a chance,

and then we'd steal away,

from the crowd and the dance..to our hideaway.

Ohh, but you're gone and it's not the same old game..

I fall apart each time I hear your na..me.

Guess I'll go along with the crowd..I'll make believe..

that you'll come back to me..run back to me..

hurry back to the crowd, and me.

A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.