Mr. 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 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
Sha la la la la la la la,   yeah uh huh…
Cut up, Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones 
Believe in me. Help me believe in anything 
‘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, “She’s looking at you. Ah, no, no, she’s looking at me.” 
Smiling in the bright lights, coming through in stereo 
When everybody loves 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 gray guitar 
When everybody loves me, 

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        I will never be lonely          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 different 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. 

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 a 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 I can be. 

Mr. Jones and me, we’re gonna be big stars…..