Texty: Iron Butterfly. In The Crowds.

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I look for the sun
In dire need of someone, somewhere
I look for the sun
In dire need of someone, somewhere
Words lost in the past
Of memories that will never last

My mind wanders the crowds in a search,
In the search of the one that I feel is my life
It's the crowds

For me this is the end
For me this is the end
For me this is the end
For me this is the end
For me this is the end
For me this is the end
For me this is the end