Would you rather be more than the things that you say
Or just be the words that you sing to yourself in your head
When nobody's around
Oh would you rather be a part of the crowd
Or just a single sound
Waiting to be heard
Do you know what I mean
Oh you could be one of the lovers or liars
Hiding all the things that you do on the back of their hands
Well it's just you and me
Cause everybody's caught a little
Just depends on where you are
Are you hanging around?
Everybody's walking their own way through the quiet crowd
Pampampam
To Mr. Quiet who's got so much to say
So much more than all of us
If I could
All of the things that you keep to yourself
I'd love to get to know you better
Dear Mr. Quiet
I'd love to get to know you better
And nobody's around
Everyone's staring at the end of the world
Everybody have their hands on their head while they say
Well I told you so, oh, oh, oh
Well everybody's walking their own way through the quiet crowd
All thinking the same old things
If they already knew
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