Lyric discussion by secondhandsmoke 

So when I'm lost in a crowd I hope that you'll pick me out How I long to be found The grass grew high, I laid down Now I'm waiting for a hand To lift me up, help me stand I've been laying so low Don't want to lay here no more

Don't want to lay here no more Don't want to lay here no more Don't want to lay here no more

that part makes me cry.

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