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Counting Crows


Baby, I'm a Big Star Now

Gonna get out on the road tonight
I got a hollow in my head

Checking it up,
Baby,one more time for you
Checking it up,
Until the pot hits the sky

It’s like I think
I’m sick of cocaine
Got a feeling like
It’s running in my brains

Checking it up,
Baby,one more time for you
Checking it up,
Until the pot hits the sky
Even the best best years
Leave a lot to be desired
When they pass you by

All these seasons
All this time
(is getting passed? )
Until they leave you
All behind
Lay me down in the circle
Where the spotlight shines
All this pleasure gets me high

Some people will cut you
Untill you’re bleeding
But not me
I just want to do it to myself

Checking it up,
Baby,one more time for you
Checking it up,
Until the pot hits the sky
Even the best years
Are a waste of time
But,baby,I’m a big star now

All these seasons,
All this time
(is getting passed? )
Until they leave you
All behind
Lay me down in a circle
Where the spotlight shines
All this pleasure gets me high

All these seasons,
All this time
(is getting passed? )
Until they leave you
All behind
Lay me down in the circle
Where the spotlight shines
(looking? ) back on the people
Who draw the line
Put your faith in the answers
That you can find
Hit the (? ) (phone? ) running down
That highway line
Say a prayer for the ones
You left behind
All this pleasure gets me high

I don’t want to give it back......



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