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Counting Crows She Likes The Weather Way Home If you don't stop lying' on the floor. You don't know what your dying' for. The last thing that you need is imbeciles and indecision. The discussion nearly ends She says, "I'm leaving' my friend. And I don't wanna see you when I'm walking' on my way home It is always on my way home" Maria quietly talks to me She says, "Adam, what do you see." The people lying in the ---- hours of imperception And I believe I --- the ground She says, "Hey, what have you found?" And everything I see is only walking on my way home [chorus:] Look at all the silly people out there Can't you see? Oh, all the silly people lying, crying, dying Believe me and this is what I see And if you don't, amuse me We walk in circles and we walk back between indecision Between the currents we will swim And then it's over my friend And everything I see is only walking on my way home Look at all the silly people out there Can't you see? Oh, all the silly people lying, crying, d-d-d-dying Maria she belongs to me, in between the garden and the sea I walk in circles and the women walks right here beside me And if we talk about this town, I must say, "I've been feeling down." And I've been sliding all the falls, I've seen currents on my way home. [Chorus] |
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