Mr Jones
Counting Crows
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Down at the new amsterdam, i stared at a yellow haired girl
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mr jones strikes up a conversation, with a black haired flamanco dancer
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you know she dances while her father plays, guitar, she's suddenly beautiful
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and we all want something beautiful, man, i wish i was beautiful
and so on and so forth for the rest of the song, good luck guys! 