Red from the night before the night before Walked into the wrong bar walked into a door
And sitting late at night he doesn't make a sound Just adding to the wrinkles on his deathly frown
They're only red from all the tears that I should've shed They're only red from all the women that I could've wed So when you look into these eyes I hope you realize
You never listened to a word the doctor said He told you if you drank another you'd be dead
His shoulders ache all over and his brain is sore He pours a drink and listens to his body thaw
They're only red from all the thoughts unused inside my head They're only red from all the things I could have done instead So when you look into these eyes I hope you realize
Blue is a street without an end Red is the color of my hell Blue is a greeting from a friend Red is the color of farewell
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