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(Heaton/Rotheray)Old Red eyes is back Red from the night before the night before Walked into the wrong bar walked into a door Old Red's in town 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 realise They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue Listen up Old Red You never listened to a word the doctor said He told you if you drank another you'd be dead Old Red Eyes is back 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 realise They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue Blue is a street without an end Red is the colour of my hell Blue is a greeting from a friend Red is the colour of farewell Old Red he died And every single landlord in the district cried An empty bottle of whisky laying by his side A lazy little tear running from each eye They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue <-- Previous | Next -->
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