Popular: Count’s Coda Van Hunt

Just another face in the crowd, fighting for position;
The one that stands out among the millions...

You fear that no one will know your name;
There's nothing you could claim that would ever bring you fame...
You take a look at just who you are
And what sets you apart - How can you be popular?

Even though your friends are really friends, even though they share your convictions
It would be nice to be remembered in the end as more than...

Just another face in the crowd, fighting for position
To be the one that stands out among the millions...
Just another face in the crowd, fighting for the love of
The one that you dream about - if you could scream it loud enough for her to hear you...

You fear that no one will notice you
'Cause you only do what others do - Your style depends on what they're into...
You could always imitate the odd;
You could even dress the part, but how can you be popular?

Even though your friends are really friends, even though they share your convictions
It would be nice to be remembered in the end as more than...

Mm-hmm, just another face in the crowd, fighting for position
To be the one that stands out among the millions...
Just another face in the crowd, fighting for that love of
The one that you dream about - if you could scream it loud enough for her to hear you...