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-ight!

Red! red! I want red!
There's no substitute for red!
Red! paint it red!
Green ain't mean compared to red!

You don't know what it does to me
Yeah,
, there's no substitute for red. 
Red! Paint it red, green ain't mean compared to red. 
You don't know what it does to me, 
My crimson intensity 
I
, there's no substitute for red 
Red! Paint it red, green ain't mean compared to red
You don't know what it does to me
My crimson intensity 
I'm haunted
Old toy trains
Little toy tracks
Little toy drums
Coming from a sack
Carried by a man
Dressed
In white and red
Little one
Don't you think
All see light in oceans black
Go seek find the red seas fire
Blow ship by those sail blind
Choosing one loosing blood
You try exchanging
No I
Red chair fade away
Bring back memories

Think of something nice
Fragrant lemon trees
I can feel the speaking sky
I don't want to know
It's
don't know what you are
But I wear the scars
Like medals
Red on red
Red on red
By no means
No fucking bullshit dreams
I know why I'm here
It's ringing in
Protecting by you
I'll never let you down
You can wear my crown
I'll be true to love you girl
I'll never tell no lie
'Cause I don't want to see those
I walk on stone, it leads me home
We don't have streets, just pure concrete
I'm not glad when I get home
I'm sad old Red, I don't wanna be alone
I walk on stone, it leads me home
We don't have streets, just pure concrete
I'm not glad when I get home
I'm sad old Red, I don't wanna be alone
Am I seeing what I think I see
Or are my eyes playing tricks on me
Cause what I see don't make no sense
Looking so good standing over that vent
Well brunettes are fine man
And blondes are fun
But when it comes to getting the dirty job done

I'll take a red headed woman
A red headed woman
I walk on stone, it leads me home
We don't have streets, just pure concrete
I'm not glad when I get home
I'm sad old Red, I don't wanna be alone
Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little boy toys, comin' from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy don't you think it?s
I don't understand about complementary colors
And what they say
Side by side they both get white
Together they both get gray

But he's been
I walk on stone, it leads me home.
We don't have streets, just pure concrete.
I'm not glad when I get home,
I'm sad old Red, I don't want to be
Operator, help me please
Room service got me on my knees
They got the same ole ham and rye
Give me fillet gumbo, crawfish pie

I want it Red
Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little boy toys, comin' from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy don't you think it?s
I walk on stone, it leads me home.
We don't have streets, just pure concrete.
I'm not glad when I get home,
I'm sad old Red, I don't want to be
got that 
Red voodoo style; red voodoo... 
Walk on by Sergeant Pepper style 
Don't get that pepper in your eye (uh-huh) 
What do you say, fellas,
Love, Love is the answer 
Wooho - Ooho (x4) 

When I think about Love 
I don't think about a Bright Moon 
Twinkling Stars 
Red Wine 
Silent
I see trees of green red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue and clouds
Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little toy drums coming from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy, don't you think it's
Dreaming about the day when I can see you there
My side
By my side

Here we go again and my head is gone, my lord
I stop to say hello
'Cause I think
can't measure
Tonight

So think of Red Skies
And clouds that drift by
And you'll find what I'm saying
Doesn't come from just playin'

Just think