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I think I'll sleep on the back porch tonight And count the stars way up in the sky I can't think in words and notes anymore My life's been written down so many times before With a red thing The song was played over and over No need to turn the album over Riding the rays right down in to the morning Burning up the novel and the little little red thing The red thing's turning tuning in on me Like a valentine card that never ever came The red thing is turning tuning in on me If you didn't sing it you wouldn't have to dream it If you didn't sing it just might come true I'm staring right into the musical selection Better check my pulse and my respiration Because the 8 Ball's lost it's only jukebox The ball game's over and all I really got is just a red thing I'm parking outside with all my dirty laundry The streets are clean but it isn't even morning Tuesday's they seem to be so forgotten Unless you got a cup of coffee and a little red thing From Letras Mania