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And life is very differnt, when you're in the crowd

When you're in the crowd, you see things as they really are
You can smell the fear and hate, generated by all around 

I want to breakaway, but the ties are too strong
I want to go on holiday, but the crowd says I can't

See life is very difficult, when you're in the crowd

Oh, sometimes in the night, I wish I was faraway
But then I realize, even escape will be in vain
I want to close my eyes and be like the rest
I mean, nobody wants to die, although the crowd say they do

Look, life is very intricate, when you're in the crowd

Life becomes the movies
And everyone has a role
It's easy being the actor
When the combine's the only star 

Sunday papersAnd the dailies
Ena Sharples
Page 3 girls
News at ten
War in Rhodesia
Far away
In a distant land
But we're alright
We're nice and warm here
No one to hurt us
Except ourselves

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