I was down at the New Amsterdam
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Staring at this yellow-haired girl
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Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with a black-haired flamingo dancer
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Now, she dances while his father plays guitar
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Suddenly beautiful
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And we all want something beautiful
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Man, I wish I was beautiful...
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Lalalala
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Oh, cut up, Maria
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Show me some of them Spanish dances
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And pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
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Oh, believe in me, come on, help me believe in anything
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'Cause I wanna be someone who believes
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Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairytales
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And we stare at the beautiful women
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"She's looking at you, nono, she's looking at me"
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Standing in this bright lights coming through his stereo
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When everybody loves you
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You could never be lonely
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Well, I wanna paint my picture
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paint myself in blue and red, black and gray
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All the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful
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Yeah, you know gray?
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It's my favorite color
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i felt so symbolic yesterday
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if I knew Picasso, I would buy myself a gray guitar and play
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Mr. Jones and me look into the future
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We stare at all the beautiful women
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"Man, she's looking at you, I don't think so she's looking at me"
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Standing in this spotlight
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Oh and, uh, i bought myself a gray guitar
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Man, when everybody loves me
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I'll never be lonely
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i said i'm never gonna be lonely
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I wanna be a lion
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everybody wants to pass this cats meow
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and We all wanna be big, big, big stars
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Yeah, but we got diffrent reasons for that
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believe in me
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'Cause I don't believe in anything
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And I wanna be someone who believes
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so come on baby, oh, believe in me
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'Cause Mr. Jones and me, stumbling through the barrio
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yeah, We stare at the beautiful women
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"Man, she's perfect for you"
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There's got to be someone for me
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I wanna be Bob Dylan
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Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
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Well, man, when everybody loves you
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Sometimes that's just about as funky as you can be
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Well, can't you hear me cause I'm sreaming
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But I did not go outside yesterday
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Oh, don't wake me cause I was dreaming
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And I might just stay inside again today
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'Cause Mr. Jones and me, we don't see each other much anymore...
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Mr. Jones (Live Acoustic)
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| Counting Crows |
