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.