Counting Crows - Mr Jonesadd

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Well I was down at the New Amsterdam
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Just 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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You no she dancers well his father plays guitar and she’s suddenly beautif
ul
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And we all want something beautiful…man I wish I was beautiful lalalala
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Oh, cut up Maria,
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Come on, show me some of them Spanish dancers
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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, cause I wanna be someon
e
     F
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, she’s looking at you nananana, she
217;s looking at me
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Standing in this bright light coming through his stereo
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When everybody loves you…you should never be lonely

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Well I wanna paint myself a picture
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I wanna paint myself in blue, and red, and black and grey
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All the beautiful colours are very very meaningful
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Ya, you know grey? It’s my favourite colour
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I just get so confused every day
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but 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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We stare at all the beautiful women, man she’s looking at you, man I don&#
8217;t think so she’s looking at me
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Standing in this spotlight, look at me I, I got myself this grey guitar
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Man when everybody loves me
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I hope I never get lonely lalalala

        Gm
Yeah, I wanna be a lion
                D#
I know, I know, everybody wants to pass as cats
Gm
We all wanna be big, big, big, big, big stars
     F
Yeah but then we get seconds thoughts about that
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So, believe in me, man I don’t believe in anything
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And I don’t wanna be someone to believe
You should not believe in me

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Cause Mr Jones and me, we just went stumbling through the barrio
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We stare at all the beautiful women, man she’s perfect for you
There’s got to be someone for me
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I wanna be Bob Dylan, Mr Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
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Well man when everybody loves you, sometimes that’s just about as fucked u
p as you can be

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Well can’t you hear me cause I’m dreaming
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But I did not go outside yesterday
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Oh, don’t wake me cause I was dreaming
F
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!