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I want skin for my bed, spread
I swear the sky just bled, red
I buy, twitch my neck, bread
I'll take them to my bed, dead

I might've lost my

two clicks
From a chrome piece
Too my dome piece
Till my done leak
Bang
All of my friends is the same
You know that
I've been calling
Since the morning

deserved
A little piece of heaven
So when he comes back down to earth

Tonight I’m shooting cupid down I’m seeing red
I’m gonna his turn stupid arrow round

Country Song

Pink Floyd

Zabriskie Point

1970

He made his way to the border
In the shadow under the trees
Down by a stream in a hollow
Turn your head feel the breeze

And the red Queen was

Thread

Flyleaf

Between the Stars

2014

I'm hanging by a thread, I'm waiting for you call
My hands are turning red
I'm hanging by a thread, I thought I had it all
My parachute's in shreds

All

Until I lost my air
I’m feeling red with you

Piece by piece
I'm breathing this quiet air

I don't even mind
Hold my heart
Be kind

We'll be one tonight

Piece by piece you take me away
I don't want to go today
Happiness is where I stay
At least I think it's put that way
I say that I'm all okay
That's

Did it hurt to be loved
Is it cause they took you piece by piece
Wish I could be enough
You still got every broken part of me
I tried to fight

How beautiful you look all dolled up in your dreams.
It's such a shame I have to tear you apart,
Piece by fucking piece,
So sweetly.

I'm the grand

the city up
As if the sun had the night shift
And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon
(Bitch, I'm back out-)

Yeah
To the left of that

Captain Faded Red
Dressed in his best two-piece suit
A 2180 puppeteer
A doctor's bag in his hand
He took to the stage
And he mesmerized the crowd

Good Advice

Allan Sherman

My Son, the Greatest: The Best of Allan Sherman [LP]

1988

could do without
My good advice

Sir Isaac Newton came around to my house one day
His face was all sunburned and red
He said he didn't want to sleep

a piece of the hood
they had drugs, bettin' numbers, police understood
they played the Cotton club, red carpet, hoes on they arm
plush mink, pimped out

This Is Not America - The Song
Words and music by David Bowie and Pat Metheny.

This is not America, sha la la la la

A little piece of you

I seen it before
And I swore I'd change
Now here we are
And I'm still this same
Piece of flesh I was
Ruled by flesh I am
Do the best I can
Do my best

stray
I got to take it day by day
Got to keep my third eye wide awake
When they hope and pray
I'll break
I'll be giving it my all
Before I take
I am just

taste of life, on my lips never felt so sweet
chasing after what's left, of the pieces of me
life, on the edge, through self-destructive tendencies

Code red
Where you at
I've been trying to reach you
Trying to teach you
Something about love
Don't give up till you fall apart
Lots on my mind, don't

like as ghost that's hidden deep inside my basement
She's a Red a flag
I don't do no relationships
I just need a devil in my red room
So I can take a hit

That's That

Scatterbrain

Here Comes Trouble

1990

land.
It's every piece in it's place.
Red light, green light, simon says
Take a tiny step forward and ask again.
Nothing left to chance, this ain't no

you sad fucks
You racist pieces of shit I don’t tolerate yo life bruh
If it was my choice these cops would die
By the hand of the man in a courtroom

gown; I feel a draft: booty-cheeks exposed
How convenient that I happen across a pair of scrubs and a doctor's robe
I blend in the commotion; by now,

piece glass cracking before it lands
Should run away or should I risk it and stay
But then I'm blinded by the red lights again
And all the signs tell me

Yamborghini High [Extended]

Juicy J

Cozy Tapes, Vol. 1: Friends

2016

Yeah, yeah I'm, y'all know what it is
Yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm
Yeah I'm

Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how