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Lost in the Crowd

from 1973 by Leigh Gregory

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Lost in the Crowd

Millions of people around the center of town on Saturday, it’s Saturday
Voices so loud we’re feeling lost in the crowd – a holiday, the tourists play

Humid air rising, the rain isn’t surprising as it falls, sky turning grey
Foggiest notion, let’s get down to the ocean, then you say: “Let’s slip away”
O man it’s a circus and this crowd has no purpose, mania, pure mania
At the train station rainfall over the nation as we watch the solemn drops

I want you more, than you want me
I want you more, than you want me
But then we disagree, the possibility, the possibility
Your breath is soft and warm
Comfort from the storm, comfort from the storm

Millions of people around the center of town on Saturday, it’s Saturday
Voices so loud we’re feeling lost in the crowd – a holiday, the tourists play

I want you more, than you want me
I want you more, than you want me
I want you more, than you want me
I want you more, than you want me

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from 1973, released February 14, 2019

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Leigh Gregory San Francisco, California

Singer/Songwriter/Guitarist/Occasional Poet/Occasional Artist/Cat Dad of Four.

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