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歌曲名 Popular Count Is Coda 歌手名 Van Hunt

作词：Van Hunt+Dwight Farrell

作曲：Van Hunt+Dwight Farrell

Just another face in the crowd

fighting for position

The one that stands out among the millions

You fear that no one will know your name

There's nothing you could claim

that would ever bring you fame

You take a look at just who you are

And what sets you apart

How can you be popular

Even though your friends are really friends

Even though they share your convictions

It would be nice to be remembered

in the end as more than

Just another face in the crowd

fighting for position

To be the one that stands out

among the millions

Just another face in the crowd

fighting for the love of

The one that you dream about

If you could scream it loud enough

for her to hear you

You fear that no one will notice you

'Cause you only do what others do

Your style depends on what they're into

You could always imitate the odd

You could even dress the part

but how can you be popular

Even though your friends are really friends

Even though they share your convictions

It would be nice to be remembered

in the end as more than

Mm hmm just another face in the crowd

fighting for position

To be the one that stands out

among the millions

Just another face in the crowd

fighting for that love of

The one that you dream about

If you could scream it loud enough

for her to hear you

It is now the future

Compliments of technology everyone

can shine for 15 minutes

And musicianship gives cats like me at least 30

I'm big in japan not a draw in Liverpool

Really all depends on who you ask

and how much they know

But what's real is this see you on the computer

You looking like a jaybird with drawers on

now you the HHIC

Just another face in the crowd

fighting for position

But let's say you do get that popularity

It's nothin' but a one way street to a contest

What you need to do is gon' lay in the cut

Until you get voted most likely to act right

See I done learned it's a thick line between

Socialite and woman of the night

The one that you dream about

If you could only scream

it loud enough for her to hear you

You think the iris or your landlord care about

how popular you are

Ain't nobody said nothing about being famous

He said popular that ain't nothin'

but game right there