Well the red light fades and the sun won't shine
Tried to chase those ghosts from this heart of mine
And the red town lady said she'd save me crying
Take me down where the people carry roses
Take me down where the street signs know me inside out

Well the cheap red wine is the kind I love best
Makes the days flash by in a magical mess
And the red town lady lets my soul confess
Take me down send me money and your roses
Take me down so the night comes crashing through the window

Look out boy take a back seat and make them enjoy
The sound of this hopeless mess,
Spend their money and watch them undress
Their souls in a furious fire rattle the tin can,
Smoke out the liar,
And leave in a jealous hurricane,
So they won't forget your name...

Carry me home, carry me home, carry me,
Won't somebody chase this pain from my door
Carry me home, carry me home, carry me,
Won't somebody chase this pain from my window
Carry me home, carry me home, carry me,
Won't somebody chase this pain from my door
Carry me home, carry me home, carry me,
Won't somebody chase this pain from my window
Carry me home, carry me home, carry me,
Won't somebody chase this pain from my window
Carry me home, carry me home, carry me,
Won't somebody chase this pain from my door


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