Mr Jones

By Counting Crows


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Down in this New Amsterdam staring at this yellow haired girl
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Mr. Jones strikes up this conversation with this black haired flamenco dancer

She dances while his father playes 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.                  

Uh, huh...

Caught up with Maria!  Show me some of that  spanish dancing.

And 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
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"She's looking at you.  Ah no, no she's looking at me."

Smiling in the bright lights

Comming through in stero

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 meaninful

(You know) Grey is my favorite color I felt so symbolic yesterday
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 thebeautiful 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 grey guitar
When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely         Am

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I will never be lonley
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I will never be lonley

I want to be a lion Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars, but we got diffrent reasons for that.
Believe in me because I don't believe in anything
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.....




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