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In the crowd I heard the faint echo of my name

Roaming , isolated from each shoulder that ground on mine
Torn from hot breath on the back of my neck
We all may be sardines packed in our small can
Claustrophobia keeps me from getting close to anyone

In the crowd I heard the faint echo of my name

And the phone keeps beeping
You hung up long ago
But I kept the phone painstakingly close to my ear
I can make you last longer than you actually will, right?

In the crowd I heard the faint echo of my name

And I looked for that voice
But it was futile
It was gone before I could turn

In the crowd I heard the faint echo of my name

But this time, I didn't turn around
That call wasn't for me
All it did was mock the fact that this sardine can of mine
Was the loneliest most crowded place I was ever meant to suffer

In the crowd I heard the faint echo of my name
Call out to me if you wish
I used to be able to respond