Red chair on the eve of a holiday weekend.
THE BEAT BUTTONS - "Red (Gainesville Is Full Of Excuses)"
Red red
Our eyes are bleeding red
The night went on so damn long
We should have stayed in bed
We should have stayed in bed
Wrong wrong
Yeah everything went wrong
We try hard to forget
And we'll fix it with this song
We'll fix it with this song
Trace trace
We'll never leave a trace
Well nothing stays a secret
I see it in your face
I see it in your face
Drink drink
We'll blame it on the drink
With something so convenient
We'll never have to think
We'll never have to think
Real real
We'll point someone real
When everyone's pretending
It's nothing we can feel
It's nothing we can feel
Dead dead
One day we'll all be dead
Can't find a way to stop it
It fills our hearts with dread
It fills our hearts with dread
So
Dance dance
We'll leave it in a dance
Where love can hardly find us
We leave it all to chance
We leave it all to chance
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