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I see red |
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And it hurts my head |
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Guess it must be something |
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That i read |
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It's the color of your heartbeat |
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A rising summer sun |
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The battle lost or won |
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The flash to fashion |
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And the pulse to passion |
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Feels red |
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Inside my head |
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And truth is often bitter |
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Left unsaid |
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Said red red |
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Thinking about the overhead |
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The underfed |
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Couldn't we talk about something else instead? |
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We've got mars on the horizon |
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Says the national midnight star |
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(it's true) |
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What you believe is what you are |
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A pair of dancing shoes |
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The soviets are the blues |
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The reds |
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Under your bed |
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Lying in the darkness |
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Dead ahead |
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And the mercury is rising |
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Barometer starts to fall |
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You know it gets to us all |
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The pain that is learning |
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And the rain that is burning |
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Feel red |
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Still...go ahead |
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You see black and white |
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And i see red |
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Red |
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(not blue) |
