[Originally by Counting Crows]
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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
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with this black-haired flamenco dancer
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and she dances while his father plays guitar
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She's 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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So come dance this silence down through the morning
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Sha la la la la la la la la
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Cut up, Maria! show me some of that spanish dancing
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Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
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Believe in me
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Help me believe in anything cause
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I want to be someone who believes
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Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales and we
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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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Coming through in stereo
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When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely
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I wanna paint my picture
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Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
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All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
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And you know, gray is my favorite color
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I felt so symbolic yesterday
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If I knew Picasso
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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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and we stare at the beautiful women
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"She's looking at you.
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I don't think so. She's looking at me."
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Standing in the spotlight
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I bought myself a gray guitar
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When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely
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I will never be lonely, and I'm never gonna be..lonely
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I want to be a lion
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Everybody wants to pass as cats
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We all want to be big big stars, and we got different
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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 who believes
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Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio
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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
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Somebody for me."
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I want to be Bob Dylan
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Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more
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Funky
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And everybody loves you, son, that's just about as
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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
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Right back at me
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We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why
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And we don't know how
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and when everybody loves me, I want to be just
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About as happy as I can be
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Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars...
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Mr.Jones
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Hidden In Plain View |