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There's a crowd outside peering through his window B7 And he strains to hear the words the people say There's a crowd outside peering through his window Em And he wishes that the crowd would go away He was happy, he was working one fine morning B7 Then a friend waving a paper ran his way Now there's a crowd outside peering through his window Em And he wishes that the crowd would go away G D He was just a Joe, a John, a Phil, a Michael Am G An ordinary man with feet of clay D Now every move he makes the camera follows Am B7 And all he's ever done is on display Em He'd never hurt a soul, he'd never argued B7 He'd never dreamed his life could go astray Now there's a crowd outside peering through his window Em And he wishes that the crowd would go away Em B7 Em G D Friends he trusted once have turned their faces Am G Now he sits alone there every day D Ex-lovers have been paid for their confessions Am B7 For photographs and lies and hearsay Em He reads and reads and reads again the letters B7 From strangers saying god comes if you pray But there's a crowd outside peering through his window Em And he wishes that the crowd would go away The phone rings in the hall he does not answer B7 They're beating on his door, he stands at bay There's a crowd outside, a stone comes through the window Em Now he knows the crowd will never go away