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Counting Crows Saturday Nights Sunday Mornings

Dancing like the nights are down in Nashville But I seem to know the ghosts who like to run I got a call to go to a late night picture show So I traded

A picture of Amsterdam Bare trees under glass Framed in the afternoon light Of a winter long past When I was a raiser To Dublin I'd roam She was a bareback

falling Out of the sun She sees me falling A line of spotlights And chalk lines Through night black As a bedroom And white as a lie (Chorus) Diving through the dark While the night

you baby If you think you need to go If you wanted to be free There's just one thing you need to know And that's that you can't count on me I'm

Well you know I don't like you but you wanna be my friend Well, there are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings It's ok I'm angry