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Your eyes scream the end is creeping in
I'll need thirty-seven stitches to keep the pain in
I know you are the only one
On the darkest side of the sun
out bed
Dated 1882 and this is what it said

This town has seven blacksmiths, twenty-five saloons
Thirty-seven churches, and two-hundred hotel rooms
at thirty-seven.
Cliff: One of us went to his high school prom, but with his
Boyfriend.
Aurelio: One of us was a high school cross-country champion.
Michael: And one
good for free

Me I play for fortunes
And those velvet curtain calls
I got a black limousine and about thirty-seven criminal
Escorting me to this
that crimson sin intensity!
I'm haunted by the mystery of red, red, red!

Red! red knocks 'em dead!
Some like it hot-tah!
I like it red!

Red's my
haunted by the mystery, 
The mystey of red. 
Red knocks 'em dead, 
Some like it hot, I like it red. 
Red is my lover, got it covered 
Red is my number,
by the mystery
The mystery of red
Red knocks 'em dead 
Some like it hot, I like it red
Red is my lover, got it covered 
Red is my number, sure
When my baby's walking down the street
I see red, I see red, I see red
How could someone wicked walk round free
I see red, I see red, I see red
I
When my baby's walking down the street
I see red, I see red, I see red
How could someone wicked walk round free
I see red, I see red, I see red
I
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven
Cut down by machine gun fire 
The blood runs red, the blood runs red 
Hot lead rips through flesh 
The blood runs red, the blood runs red
as laughter, red slaughter
Eaten by carrion, Sharon Bateman, fate, and Al's hair,
Red sardonyx, red fingernails, lil' Red Ridin' Hood, MATADOR,
Crucifix, red is
angeles and unfortunately...
Shit ain't like that! it's real fucked up!

Goddamn what a brotha gotta do
To get a message through
To the red, white
He's got a million dollar car
He's got a thirty-seven year old guitar
He's got a family who deals heroin
You're on the edge of your chair
And you
Cadillac red's her name

Cadillac red
Singin' as she passes by
Cadillac red
See that hillbilly fly
Catch her if you can
She can out run any man
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
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven
Old man knocked on my front door
With my teenage boy and a couple more from up the road
He had him by the collar
Said he caught him shootin' beer
Red skies at night
Red skies at night
Wo oh oh oh oh
Red skies at night
Red skies at night
Wo oh oh oh oh

Should have taken warning it's just
People
angeles and unfortunately...
Shit ain't like that! it's real fucked up!

Goddamn what a brotha gotta do
To get a message through
To the red, white
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
Old man knocked on my front door
With a teenage boy and a couple more from up the road
He had him by the collar
Said he caught him shootin' beer
Bob Marley]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Woah now
[Red, red, red, redder than red]
Said I'm redder than red
[Dread, dread, dread, dreader than dread]
I get
Red skies at night
Red skies at night
Wo oh oh oh oh
Red skies at night
Red skies at night
Wo oh oh oh oh

Should have taken warning it's just
People
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On the mean streets of New York, everyone has