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SINGER: Counting Crows
SONG:Mr. Jones
I was down at the new amsterdam staring at this Yellow-haired girl Mr. jones strikes up a conversation with this black- Haired flamenco dancer She dances while his father plays guitar She's suddenly beautiful We all want something beautiful I wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence down through the morning Cut up maria! show me some of them spanish dances Pas me a bottle mr. jones Believe in me Help me believe in anything I want to be someone who believes
Mr. jones and me tell each other fairy tales Stare at the beautiful women She's looking at you. ah, no, no she's looking at me Smiling in the bright lights Coming through in stereo When everybody lover you, you can never be lonely
I will paint my picture Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful Gray is my favorite color I felt so symbolic yesterday If I knew picasso I would buy myself a gray guitar and play
Mr. jones and me look into the future Stare at the beautiful women She's looking at you Uh, I don't think so. she's looking at me Standing in the spotlight I bought myself a a gray guitar When everybody lover me, I will never be lonely
I want to be al lion Everybody want to pass as cats We all want to be big big stars, but we got different Reasons for that Believe in me because I don't believe in anything And I want to be someone to believe
Mr. jones and me stumbling through the barrio Yeah we stare at the beautiful women She's perfect for you, man, there's got to be Somebody for me I want to be bob dylan Mr. jones wishes he was someone just al little More funky When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as Funky as you can be
Mr. jones and me staring at the video When I look at the television, I want to see me staring Right back at me We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why And we don't know how But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just About as happy as can be Mr. jones and me, we're gonna be big stars ...
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