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Old red eyes is back, red from the night before the night before |
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Walked into the wrong bar walked into a door |
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Old red's in town and sitting late at night he doesn't make a sound |
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Just adding to the wrinkles on his deathly frown |
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They're only red from all the tears that I should've shed |
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They're only red from all the women that I could've wed |
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So when you look into these eyes I hope you realize |
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They could never be blue, they could never be blue |
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They could never be blue, they could never be blue |
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Listen up old red, you never listened to a word the doctor said |
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He told you if you drank another you'd be dead |
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Old red eyes is back, his shoulders ache all over and his brain is sore |
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He pours a drink and listens to his body thaw |
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They're only red from all the thoughts unused inside my head |
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They're only red from all the things I could have done instead |
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So when you look into these eyes I hope you realize |
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They could never be blue, they could never be blue |
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They could never be blue, they could never be blue |
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Blue is a street without an end |
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Red is the color of my hell |
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Blue is a greeting from a friend |
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Red is the color of farewell |
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Old red he died and every single landlord in the district cried |
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An empty bottle of whiskey laying by his side |
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A lazy little tear running from each eye |
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They could never be blue, they could never be blue |
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They could never be blue, they could never be blue |
