Hold on to my hand tightly, in a crowded place like this...everyone seems to have a motive, rushing off to somewhere they have to be. Somebody, may step on your toe lightly, some may step your foot purposely but no one will care if you lost your way in this crowded city.
See that face on your right, and that old man on your left. Everyone is busy walking. No one will give a damn, stop and ask where you are heading.
Somehow among the crowd, someone may catch your attention and give you a hand when you about to fall. Somehow among the crowd, someone may smile to you and say hello.
Hold on to my hand tightly, in a crowded place like this
You lost your grip, you lose me.
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