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sh | a l | a | la | la | la la la |
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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 this conver | sation whith this | black haired flamenco dancer |
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| She dances while his | father playes | guitar.She's suddenly |
beautiful |
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| We a | ll want something | beautiful I wish I was | beautiful |
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| So come | dance this silence | down through the morning. |
sha la la la | la la |
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| Uh |
, h | uh... |
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| Cut up M | ariea! |
Show me some of them spa | nish dances. |
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| Pass me a | bottle, Mr. | Jones |
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| Believe in | me |
Help me believe in | anything |
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| (cause) | I want to be so | meone who be | lieves |
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| Mr. J | ones 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." |
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| Smiling in the | bright lights |
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| Comming through in sterio |
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| When everybody | loves you, | you can never be lonely |
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| I will paint my | picturePa |
int my self in | blue and red and black and grey |
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| All of the beautiful | colors are very very | meaninful |
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| (You know) | Grey is my | favorite color | I felt so symbolic | yesterday |
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| 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 the | beautiful women |
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| "She's looking at you.Uh, I don't think
so.She's looking at me." |
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| Standing in the | spotlight | I bought myself a grey guitar |
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| When everybody | loves me, I | will never be lonel | y |
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| I will never be lo | nley |
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| I will neve | r be lonley |
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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 diffrent 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 som | eone to believe, to believe, to believe. |
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| Mr. | Jones and me | stumbling through the barrio |
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| Yeah we stare at the | beautiful women |
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| "She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be Somebody for me." |
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| I want to be Bob D | ylan |
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| Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky |
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| When everybody l | oves you, son, | that's just about as funky as you can be. |
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| Mr. J | ones and me | staring at the video |
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| When I loo | k at the television, | I want to see me staring right back at me. |
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| We all want to be | big stars, but we don | 't know why, and we don't know how. |
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| But when everybody | loves me, I' | m going to be just about as happy as I can be. |
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| Mr. Jones | and me, we'r | e gonna be big stars..... |