| MISTER JONES COUNTING CROWS |
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I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow haired girl |
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Mr. Jones strikes up this conversation whith this black haired flamenco dancer |
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She dances while his father playes guitar. She’s suddenly beautiful |
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We all want something beautiful I wish I was beautiful |
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So come dance this silence down through the morning. Sha la la la la la |
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Cut up Mariea! Show me some of them spanish dances. |
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Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones |
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Believe in me Help me believe in anything |
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(cause) I want to be someone who believes |
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Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales |
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Stare at the beautiful women |
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| „She’s looking at you. Ah no, no she’s looking at me.“ |
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Smiling in the bright lights |
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When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely |
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I will paint my picture Paint my self in blue and red and black and grey |
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All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful |
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(You know) Grey is my favorite color I felt so symbolic yesterday |
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If I knew Picasso I would buy myself a grey guitar and play |
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Mr. Jones and me look into the future |
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Stare at the beautiful women |
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| „She’s looking at you. Uh, I don’t think so. She’s looking at me.“ |
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Standing in the spotlight I bought myself a grey guitar |
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When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely |
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I want to be a lion Everybody wants to pass as cats |
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We all want to be big big stars, but we got diffrent reasons for that. |
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Believe in me because I don’t believe in anything |
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and I want to be someone to believe, to believe, to believe. |
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Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrier |
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Yeah we stare at the beautiful women |
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| „She’s perfect for you, Man, there’s got to be Somebody for me.“ |
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Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky |
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When everybody loves you, son, that’s just about as funky as you can be. |
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Mr. Jones and me staring at the video |
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When I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me. |
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We all want to be big stars, but we don’t know why, and we don’t know how. |
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But when everybody loves me, I’m going to be just about as happy as I can be. |
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Mr. Jones and me, we’re gonna be big s |
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