| You better watch your tape boys
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| It’s the tint that angers the beast
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| Got their sails in the sunset
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| They’ve already got the east
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| Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red
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| Oh don’t you let them make you
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| Don’t let them make you see red
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| You better watch your lead boys
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| It’s already in your veins
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| Did you ever see the color?
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| Iron turns when it rains
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| Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red
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| Don’t you let them make you
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| Don’t let them make you see red, red
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| It’s not a gross infatuation
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| It’s not a fear, it’s not a crush
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| It’s not any special nation
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| But even now they make me blush
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| Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red
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| Don’t you let them make you
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| Don’t let them make you see
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| Red
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| Red
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| Red |