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It's a slow soft syrup of lofty alignsLike a dead lovers tongue through an overdriveWhen the room is ablaze just want to get out aliveI could be a poet but we don't have the timeYou're so red, you get hurtYou're so red, that you hurt, you hurt, you hurtIt's a slow soft syrup that bothers me whenYou handle the cash for your cigarettesThey are simple chemicals and they're on my headWhen I feed my eyes yeah I manifest cosYou're so red, you get hurtYou're so red, that you hurt, you hurt, you hurtIt's not that simple (It's not that simple)You just need more time(????)You will never seeAll the ways you can beYou're so red, you get hurtYou're so red, that you hurt, you hurt, you hurtYou're so red, you get hurtYou're so red, that you hurt, you hurt, you hurt From Letras Mania