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Counting Crows Lyrics By James O’Donnell
Song: Round Here Step out the front door like a ghost Into the fog where no one notices The contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you Angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. And I walk in the air between the rain, through myself and back again Where? I don't know Well, Maria says she's dying Through the door I hear her crying Why? I don't know Round here, we always stand up straight Round here, something radiates Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis And she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus She parks her car outside of my house and takes her clothes off. She says she's close to understanding Jesus And she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous Round here we're carving out our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk just like lions But we sacrifice like lambs Round here she's slipping through my hands Run home, sleeping children better run like the wind out of the lightning dream Mama's little baby better get herself in out of the lightning She says "it's only in my head" She says "Shhhhh I know it's only in my head" But the girl in the car in the parking lot Says "Man you should try to take a shot Can't you see my walls are crumbling?" Then she looks up at the building Says she's thinking of jumping She says she's tired of life She must be tired of something Round here she's always on my mind Round here hey man got lots of time Round here we're never sent to bed early and nobody makes us wait Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late oh I can't see nothing... nothing round here Will you catch me if I'm falling Will you catch me if I'm falling Will you catch me cause I'm falling down on you I said I'm under the gun around here Oh man I said I'm under the gun around here And I can't see nothing Nothing round here
Song: Mr. Jones Shalalala la la la Uh huh.. I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with a black- haired flamenco dancer You know she dances while his father plays guitar She's suddenly beautiful We all want something beautiful Man I wish I was beautiful So come dance this silence down through the morning Shalalala la la la la yeah.. uh huh yeah.. 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 Yeah! Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales And we 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 Well Ima paint my picture Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful Yeah well you know Gray is my favorite color I felt so symbolic yesterday If I knew a Picasso I would buy myself a gray guitar and play Mr. Jones and me look into the future Yeah we Stare at the beautiful women "She's looking at you. I don't think so. She's looking at me." Standing in the spotlight I bought myself a gray guitar When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely Ill never be lonely cause im never gonna be lonely I want to be a lion Yeah!, Everybody wants to pass as cats We all want to be big big stars,yeah but we got different reasons for that Believe in me cause I don't believe in anything and I, I want to be someone to believe to believe to believe yeah! 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, ah 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 want to be just about as happy as can be Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars..
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