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The Crowds Refuse To Wake

Words and Music by Ben Scott (c) 2008

Mister, where are you going tonight?
I don’t think you’d be welcome in that little bar tonight
Mister are you aware?
Your fear is around you, over you, in your eyes and in your hair

His face is happy he’s looking thin
I don’t think there’s any kind of need to pull that move on him
You said he’s getting too near
With those shifty looking eyes and crooked smile you’ve much to fear

Chorus
And pools of light and sound
Spill across the sleeping town
Behind iron bars and gates
The crowds refuse to wake

Mister the greatest aggression’s your own
With right on your side there are so many ways you can make yourself known
And the power in the colour of skin
It’s so obvious to you and it’s so obvious to him

Chorus
And pools of light and sound
Spill across the sleeping town
Behind well connected mates
The crowds refuse to wake
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