| Well the red light fades and the sun won’t shine
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| Try to chase those ghosts from this heart of mine
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| And the red town lady said she’d save me cryin'
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| Take me down where the people carry roses
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| Take me down where the street signs know me inside out
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| Well the cheap red wine is the kind I love the best
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| Makes the days pass by in a magical mess
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| And the red town lady lets my soul confess
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| Take me down with your money and your roses
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| Take me down where the night comes crashing through the window
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| Look out boy, take a back seat and make them enjoy
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| The sound of this hopeless mess
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| Spend their money, watch them undress
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| Their soul in a furious fire, round the tin can smoke out the liar
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| And me, in a jealous hurricane
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| They won’t forget your name
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| Carry me home, carry me home, carry me
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| Won’t somebody chase this pain from my door?
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| Oh won’t you carry me home, carry me home, carry me
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| Won’t somebody chase this pain from my window?
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| Carry me home, carry me home, carry me
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| Won’t somebody chase this pain from my door?
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| Oh won’t you carry me home, carry me home, carry me
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| Won’t somebody chase this pain from my window?
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| Carry me home, carry me home, carry me
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| Won’t somebody take this pain from my window?
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| Carry me home, carry me home, carry me
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| Won’t somebody chase this pain from my door? |