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‘ve read it all, it’s black and white
The spectrum made any shade I like
The crimson rays are ruby bright
Technicolor light, ow
(Red!)
I want red, there’s no substitute for red
(Red!)
Paint it red, green ain’t me compared to red
You don’t know what it does to me
My crimson sin intensity
I’m haunted by the mystery
The mystery of red
Red — Copyright 1977 Sammy Hagar
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