Little red caboose Little red caboose riding behind the train, choo choo Get your ticket and get onboard We're gonna ride the train, choo choo Get your
way too long Red water's boiling the wind will blow it Red water's boiling the wind will blow it Red water's boiling the wind will blow it Red water's
I remember when we were so young and two thoughts were meant to be as one I keep all the memories deep inside of me I still feel the sympathy Things
I could use a little spin on a red brick floor In that crazy ol' bar when Tim locks the door Where the walls are gonna ring and the strings are gonna
it all about? C moon, c moon, c moon are we C moon, c moon, c moon are we Well what's it all about? C moon, c moon, c moon are we C moon are we
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Did they count you out? We're lost within. The feelings that you get when you're awake. Staring at ceilings once again. With open eyes, your bandages
'm high as fuck, I'm outta control. Lets bounce, rock, skate, man, I'm ready to roll. Under a red hot moon Under a red hot moon
Picture me under blood red moon I'll make your eyes turn yellow Make your skin turn blue Picture me under blood red moon I'll make your eyes go yellow
for twenty years I cried Yea for fifteen years I tried To make you think that I could hang the Texas moon Ooohhh I swear I can I could hang the Texas moon
The red moon is rising behind you The ocean is pounding away I held up a light to the smoke but The redness blows it away And the night is cold And
try, you'll be alright Been hanging around you Been catching the starlight Under this red moon Leaving the city tonight We're finding our freedom Under this red moon
you see it?s lonely and grey in the city but oh the sun will surely rise, warm my clothes, and warm your eyes from the treacherous night, how the moon was red
: The red moon is rising behind you The ocean is pounding away I held up a light to the smoke but The redness blows it away And the night is cold And
The aeons, by they go They will never let you know Shining down on fields of doom Tribulation casts a blood-red moon Immortality in death How I long for
Manuel sein Traum vom Gold ließ ein Floß ihn bau'n der Traum von El Dorado. Auch wenn Magdalena weint der Mond ist sein bester Freund. Weist
the tides of the moon In the tides of the moon In the tides of the moon In the tides of the moon In the tides of the moon
Jean, jean, roses are red All the leaves have gone green And the clouds are so low You can touch them, and so Come out to the meadow, jean Jean, jean