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Kate Miller-Heidke - Caught In The
          Crowd Lyrics
      There was a guy at my school when I was in high school
        We'd ride side by side in the morning on our bicycles
             Never even spoken or faced each other
              But on the last hill we'd race each other

     When we reached the racks we'd each go our own way
          I wasn't in his classes, I didn't know his name
      When we finally got to speak he just stared at his feet
       And mumbled a sentence that ended with 'James'

              I was young and caught in the crowd
                 I didn't know then what I know now
                     I was dumb, and I was proud
                               And I'm sorry
                     If I could go back do it again
               I'd be someone you could call friend
                 Please please believe that I'm sorry

       Well he was quite a big guy, kind of shy and quiet
      When the kids called him weird he didn't try to deny it
         Every lunchtime he'd spend walking by himself
     Round the boundary of the grounds til he heard the bell

         Well one day I found him, joined him on his walk
         We were silent for a while until we started to talk
           I told him my family were fighting in court
          He said his step-dad and him always fought

                We talked about music, he was into punk
               Told me all the bands that I liked were junk
        I said I'd never heard the songs the sex pistols sang
            I laughed back at him and then the bell rang

              I was young and caught in the crowd
                 I didn't know then what I know now
                     I was dumb, and I was proud
                               And I'm sorry
                     If I could go back do it again
               I'd be someone you could call friend
                 Please please believe that I'm sorry

                 It was after school in the afternoon
     The corridors were crowded as we came out of the rooms
          Three guys I knew pushed him into the cement
          Threw away his bag and said he had no friends

           He yelled that he did and he looked around
          Tried getting up but they pushed him on down
           That's when he saw me, called out my name
And I turned my back, and just walked away
                                Yeah I turned my back, and just walked away

                                      I was young and caught in the crowd
                                         I didn't know then what I know now
                                              I was dumb, and I was proud
                                                       And I'm sorry
                                             If I could go back, do it again
                                       I'd be someone you could call friend
                                        Please please, believe that I'm sorry.




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  • 1. Kate Miller-Heidke - Caught In The Crowd Lyrics There was a guy at my school when I was in high school We'd ride side by side in the morning on our bicycles Never even spoken or faced each other But on the last hill we'd race each other When we reached the racks we'd each go our own way I wasn't in his classes, I didn't know his name When we finally got to speak he just stared at his feet And mumbled a sentence that ended with 'James' I was young and caught in the crowd I didn't know then what I know now I was dumb, and I was proud And I'm sorry If I could go back do it again I'd be someone you could call friend Please please believe that I'm sorry Well he was quite a big guy, kind of shy and quiet When the kids called him weird he didn't try to deny it Every lunchtime he'd spend walking by himself Round the boundary of the grounds til he heard the bell Well one day I found him, joined him on his walk We were silent for a while until we started to talk I told him my family were fighting in court He said his step-dad and him always fought We talked about music, he was into punk Told me all the bands that I liked were junk I said I'd never heard the songs the sex pistols sang I laughed back at him and then the bell rang I was young and caught in the crowd I didn't know then what I know now I was dumb, and I was proud And I'm sorry If I could go back do it again I'd be someone you could call friend Please please believe that I'm sorry It was after school in the afternoon The corridors were crowded as we came out of the rooms Three guys I knew pushed him into the cement Threw away his bag and said he had no friends He yelled that he did and he looked around Tried getting up but they pushed him on down That's when he saw me, called out my name
  • 2. And I turned my back, and just walked away Yeah I turned my back, and just walked away I was young and caught in the crowd I didn't know then what I know now I was dumb, and I was proud And I'm sorry If I could go back, do it again I'd be someone you could call friend Please please, believe that I'm sorry. These Lyrics are informational only. No representation is made or warranty given as to their content. User assumes all risks of use. MetroLyrics assumes no responsibility for any loss or damage resulting from such use. All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners, and provided for educational purposes only. Visit www.metrolyrics.com for over 450,000 lyrics.