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.