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Insensitivity took a hold of me,
And I felt it colour me blue inside,
And I left taking a part of you.
Like red, red paint on the sole
Of my shoe, nothing
And should the rain fall after this
It'll leave no colour on the things I miss
The clouds are empty now inside of me
And in a way somehow I am
Red and gold are royal colors
Peasant colours are green and brown
Green is the corn in the brown earth when it's growing
Red and gold when
to fall.

Now the sun is rising in the east
Looking for my golden fleece.
Iv'ry skin
Scarlet colour deep
Lips that burn but do not speak.

I see a red door and I want it painted black 
No colours anymore, I want them to turn black 
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer
falling down
And the red-painted town
Lost its colour and went grey
The day you went away

Something inside
Calls me tonight
Out on these bare hills again
of compassion inside the man

If you open the gates
The madness begins
I'll follow you down
I'll follow you back in
She's here in the lifelines
In every
me yet.
But still I can get by, and even smile.
So don't judge me by the colour of my skin;
My blood runs as deep as your runs red,
Which takes me
yester worlds
The flame of war desire burns inside my soul.

Spellbound by this blind passion
In battle lust my mind is drowned
Red is the path:to the war
on the couch by the TV. 3D visions of a
Soapflake, trumpets blared, a voice declared: "Are you feeling dirty?"
Yes but also very pleased. Heard applause, felt
When I got to the golden city
Most of the gold was gone
By that time I had some questions
So I flagged down a race-car bum
He said "Sonny I don't
colour hides their fear,
Flowers faded, dull and cold, now bleached by atmosphere

Creatures twisting under trees, huge monsters soaked with rage
foot prints, dog smelling prints, and
They took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles
And arrows and a paragraph on the back
the following cammand

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One and two
Three and four.
Pressing the backspace indicator

touch one of the red function keys

This record goes out to all you fake ass, 
Gangsta baller bueschwa-minded ass house niggas who forget their colour. 
Put on a suit and tie
by the sky
The scent of colours
In the flowers

Believe it's small
In many ways
It holds the key
That divides the super powers

This road is
Cars drive by in the night
So much sound coming from inside
Red, blue flags hanging from the side
So much time went passing by
The soundtrack
Love me just the same tomorrow
Something blue and something borrowed
And a bruise inside of me

I'm drunk on your delivery
Intoxicated by your eyes
colour hides their fear,
Flowers faded, dull and cold, now bleached by atmosphere

Creatures twisting under trees, huge monsters soaked with rage

Tracer bullets can ignite.
The path of the bullet is indicated, by a red flame.
Eight B incendiary cartridges are used to ignite fuel,
There's one single stem red rose
It stood out from the rest the fairest of them all
It made me think of what you asked me
Can you call a rose by
there's three things I learned to put before my self and career
God, family and my fans
I wish that I could hold your hand
And be like Moses, part the Red
One mind, two words
Yes sir, I've heard
You should tell me
Three times, for good
Oh, I can't believe it, that you would stay, even if I told you
Can't be with the one you love, then love the one you're with
Spliff in the ashtray, red stripe, I pull the lid
Her touch tickles, especially when
Beautiful Death

My face turned pale before the cold eyes of death
My body was frozen by the stare from the dark
I don't want to think