Old Red Eyes Is Back Tabulatur von Beautiful South

Old Red Eyes Is Back

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Old Red eyes is back
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Red from the night before the night before
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Walked into the wrong bar walked into a door

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Old Red's in town
      
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And sitting late at night he doesn't make a sound
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Just adding to the wrinkles on his deadly frown

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They're only red from all the tears that I should've shed
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They're only red from all the women that I could've wed
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So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise
                     

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They could never be blue
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They could never be blue
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They could never be blue
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They could never be blue

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Listen up Old Red
     
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You never listened to a word the doctor said
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He told you if you drank another you'd be dead

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Old Red eyes is back
       
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His shoulders ache all over and his brain is sore
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He pours a drink and listens to his body thaw
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They're only red from all the thoughts unused inside my head
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They're only red from all the things I could have done instead
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So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise
                     
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They could never be blue
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They could never be blue
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They could never be blue
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They could never be blue

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Blue is a street without an end
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Red is the colour of my hell
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Blue is a greeting from a friend
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Red is the colour of farewell

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Old Red he died
     
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And every single landlord in the district cried
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An empty bottle of whisky laying by his side
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A lazy little tear running from each eye
                     
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They could never be blue
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They could never be blue
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They could never be blue
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They could never be blue