| I don’t want to go along with the crowd
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| Don’t want to live life under a cloud
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| Give me some air and space
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| And sun on my face
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| I want to live out loud
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| Don’t want to be alone in the crowd
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| Don’t want to seem peculiar and proud
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| I need to be as free
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| As I know how to be
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| I want to live out loud
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| Every day — sleep, walk, lock, step
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| No one dares to stray
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| Though they may — straightlaced, shamefaced
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| Long to break away
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| They’re as lonely as can be
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| Is that what they want from me?
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| I don’t want to go along with the crowd
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| Don’t want to live life under a cloud
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| Give me some air and space
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| And sun on my face
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| I want to live out loud
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| Don’t want to be alone in the crowd
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| Don’t want to seem peculiar and proud
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| Nobody wants me here
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| But I won’t be disappear
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| I want to live out loud
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| I want to run down an open shoreline
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| I want to join in a moonlit dance
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| I want to swing from the branches of a tree
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| I wanna bathe in a hidden inlet
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| And let the breeze come and dry my hair
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| I want the life they took away from me
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| If they makes me headstrong — fine!
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| That’s a fault I’m glad is mine
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| I don’t want to go along with the crowd
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| Don’t want my spirit broken and bowed
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| Why do I have to hide what I’m feeling inside
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| I want to live out loud
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| Don’t want to be alone in the crowd
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| I only want what I’m not allowed
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| Give me the wings of a bird
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| I’ll be seen and be heard
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| I want to sing when my heart is full
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| I want to sing and I want to fly
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| I want to soar the sky without a cloud
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| I want to live out loud |