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Letras:Simply Red. Picture Book. Sad Old Red.

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I walk on stone, it leads me home.
We don't have streets, just pure concrete.
I'm not glad when I get home,
I'm sad old Red, I don't wanna be alone.

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Sad old Red, sat at home.
Sad old Red, living on his own.
Sad old Red, sat at home.
Sad old Red, let me take you home.

It's a cubic room, two hole peep through.
Shadows on the wall of trees so tall.
I think of her again, the joy she used to bring.
Lay there in bed two words she said.
She said "Oh Red" (repeat)

Sad old Red, that's what I am.
All the time, every night,
Sad old Red.