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Text: The Kinks. (A) Face In The Crowd.

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Our Star doesn't know who he is any
More. Is he the starmaker, the image
Maker, looking for material or is he
Just plain boring little Norman after
All? Perhaps he should accept that he
Is a plain ordinary bloke and not try to
Be something he is not.

(A) Face In The Crowd

I've got to stop faking it,
I've got to start facing it,
I'm going to take my final bow
Then I'm going to take my place in the crowd.
I know I'll get used to it,
I've got to stop acting like a clown.

I've gotta start facing up to what I really am.
I've got to realise l'm just an ordinary man.
I think that I'll just settle down
And take my place in the crowd.
I don't want to lie to myself any more.

Am I just a face in the crowd, is that all I'll ever be?
Don't want to be anything that isn't really me.
Mister, can you tell me who I am?
Do you think I stand out
Or am I just a face in the crowd?