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Wake hard in the morning.
See the young girl milking.
Stream rushing by on a bed of stone.
Old goats and sandstone cracking 
All containing
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
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
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
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
Pistachios turn your fingers red
Row your way back home. you know
Roll right into bed
Pick it up in a week or two
Flags jump out your head
Row your
Pistachios turn your fingers red
Row your way back home you know
Roll right into bed
Pick it up in a week or two
Flags jump out your head
Row
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
Pistacios turn your fingers red
Row your way back home you know
Roll right into bed
Pick it up in a week or two
Flags jump out your head
Row
see red, I see red, (hey!)
I see red

I respect your wishes
You gave me such precious hours
What to do without you.
Squeezed me out of your life
Sweetheart
The sun has set
All red and primitive above our heads
Blood stained on an ageless sky
Wipe your tears and let the salt stains dry
Let
see red, I see red, (hey!)
I see red

I respect your wishes
You gave me such precious hours
What to do without you.
Squeezed me out of your life
In bed we laugh, in bed we cry,
And born in bed, in bed we die,
As life goes on and time goes by
Born in bed, in bed we die.

Woman becomes
Red is the color, there's no other, red velvet tap your veins
Red is the color, red is the lover, red as drippin' stains,
Red as the lips the wet
And shave off the years now, it's all inside my head
The boy in the red shoes is dancing by my bed
Put them in a box somewhere, put them in a drawer
Take
your bed, and now you better dream in it.
The word that you once whispered, now you're screamin' it.
Days drip down like bad wallpaper.
Pictures
To black to white to red to white and back to red

Cherry red and mirror ball
I saw you by the factory wall
Looking like a burnt out star
In some
She's hearing voices call her
She's hearing voices warn her
She just can't sleep in her bed,
She just can't sleep
She's falling down the stairs
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.                
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.                
I can't get up out of bed
The head is the best part
My head cut my woodcut 

I saw you in the gallery
With your torso and family
A huge smiling central face
With eyes
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.                
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.                
I can't get up out of bed
you believe is what you are
A pair of dancing shoes
The soviets are the blues 
The reds
Under your bed
Lying in the darkness
Dead ahead
in her eye

And I thought it said

When you look round to see me
You turn right in your bed 
The warmth of my body will heat you
Make your blood
leave a note
Down in a box by your bed
And we'll never know where you've been
Or how this red flag's in your hand

Have you ever felt
Felt so flexible?
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