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Counting Crows Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings Cowboys Cowboys on the road tonight crying in their sleep If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand and some promises to keep Who wanted to change the world, what's as easy as murder? It's all headlights and vapor trails and Circle K killers And I know I could look at anyone but you now I could fall under the eyes of anyone But you now, now, now, now So come on, come on, come on Oh, come on through now Come on, come on, come on Oh, come on through now This is a list of what I should have been But I'm not This is a list of the things that I should have seen But I'm not seeing The look in your eyes As his fingertips slid down your neck and made you shiver I'm just turning away from where I should have been Because I am not anything, oh, anything, oh The President's in bed tonight but he can't get to sleep 'Cause all the cowboys on the radio are killers And I believe she loves you 'cause you never make her feel like anything She said, “I wouldn't feel a thing but I can feel, I can feel" And I know I could look at anyone but you now I could fall into the arms of anyone But you now, now, now, now So come on, come on, come on Oh, come on through now Come on, come on, come on Oh, come on through now This is a list of what I should have been But I'm not This is a list of the things that I should have seen But I am not seeing The look in your eyes As his fingers are unzipping your dress and it makes you shiver I'm just turning away from what I shouldn't see Because I am not anything, oh, anything, no Everyone's in bed tonight but nobody can sleep 'Cause all the satellites are watching through our windows She says she doesn't love me, like, like she's acting But it's as if she isn't talking 'cause Mr. Lincoln's head is bleeding On the front row while she's speaking I said, "Come on, all you cowboys, all you blue-eyed baby boy Oh, come on, all you dashing gentlemen of summer I'll wait for you where Saturday's a memory And Sunday comes to gather me into the arms of God who welcome me Because I believe, oh, I believe" And I know I could look at anyone but you now I could fall into the eyes of anyone But you now, now, now, now So come on, come on, come on Oh, come on through now Come on, come on, come on Oh, come on through now This is a list of what I should have been But I'm not This is a list of the things that I should have seen But I'm not seeing You look at me, so please won't you look at me? 'Cause I'm not seeing you look at me Oh, oh, I, I will make you look at me Or I am not anything, oh, anything, no, no, no, no |
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