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Counting Crows Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings

falling a line of Spotlights and jackknife Through night black as a bedroom And white as a lie? I don't wanna feel so different But I don't wanna be insignificant And

ghosts who like to run I got a call to go to a late night picture show So I traded in the darkness and I'm already glad, I'm already there And I'm trying

got the reasons Just make up any reasons And pick it ?til it's torn Take it all away You took your coat today But they all go back in the morning Make

And time is a number that rests on a wall And nobody knows me, my friends and my family Are as far from this city as Washington Square So cover this warm night

good evening when they don't know what to say They say good morning when they wish you would go home You open windows and you wait for someone warm to come inside And

is crystal and clean I wanna white bread life just something ignorant and plain But from the walls of Michelangelo I'm dangling again And I know she is not my friend And

and disco sounds And skinny girls who drink champagne Then they take me on their knees again And pull me up and out the door Past railway cars and tranny-whores And