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Counting Crows Films About Ghosts

She comes out on Fridays every time an' stands out in a line I could've been anyone she'd seen She waits another week to fall apart She couldn't make

that's when it all hurts the most I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the host If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts

She sat right down on the sofa I said, "Where have you been? I've been waiting for you. Cause last night I had something so good These days get so

She comes out on Fridays every time Stands out in a line I could have been anyone she'd seen She waits another week to fall apart She couldn't make

paved paradise, and put up a parking lot [Vanessa] Ooooh, bop bop bop Ooooh, bop bop bop [Adam] Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT I don't care about

She can't keep away from them Waits here and disappears From the wrong things she intends (?) Pretty soon they've got you hanging on a line Pretty

Got no place to go but there's a girl waiting for me down in Mexico She's got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin And if I bring a little music I

When I think of heaven deliver me in a black-winged bird I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers And all other instruments of faith

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 the angels