| 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 colour of my hell
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| Blue is a greeting from a friend
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| Red is the colour 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 |