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Down at the chambers she waves at the waiter while talking about a play that she read.

She is painting her words like some old

Russian poet forgotten of course, but ahead.

Ooh yeah!

She is at the top of the world now.

Upon the hill there's a man with a view and he is talking about the book that he's writing from his window to the world he sees more than you do and it's all so very frightening.

So he talks and he spits at society changes and people too big for their minds.

The mirror of life is the

God in his struggle but still he's walking around blind.

Hey, this ain't my crowd no more

Now wait, wait, wait, this ain't my crowd no more.

Thru a bottle of wine she is seeking a thrill from a man who calls himself

Ted a brand new religion is up on the table and

Ted is soon to be dead.

An intellectual puppet with marshmallow shoes to step on every subject you bring.

Now she travelled the world and she met all the famous but still she doesn't get a thing.

Hey, this ain't my crowd no more

Now wait, wait, wait, this ain't my crowd no more.

No, this ain't my crowd

Out form the cold came a girl born in

Silance making her way thru the crowd words ain't her weapon, and she doesn't have to justify everything to walk proud so brother believe me, ain't doin' no harm

I'm just glad to be out of this place

So before we decide to leave them all behind let's take a good look at her face

Hey, this ain't my crowd no more

Now wait, wait, wait, this ain't my crowd no more.

Hey, this ain't my crowd no more

Now wait, wait, wait, this ain't my crowd no more. this ain't my crowd no more, this ain't my crowd no more this ain't my crowd no more