Calabrese - Red Slash Lyrics
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Red Slash
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What Are The Lyrics For Red Slash By Calabrese?
Look in my eyes
Let's sing along This is the last time we belong Don't turn your back, don't walk away The criminal, is insane In the middle of the night, wandering hands Red slash come alive Just to taste it In a dark red room, all through and through Dead steel terrorize In your body and your mind (whoa) Yeah, in the darkness Oh, you will find me alone, alone As the blood runs, down your face A doorway, into pain Dirty rats on The wall of death Hell surrounds you In nightmares In the middle of the night, wandering hands Red slash come alive Just to taste it In a dark red room, all through and through Dead steel terrorize In your body and your mind (whoa) Yeah, in the darkness Oh, you will find me alone, alone Well, I'm feeling fine Ringleader of dark hours And your lonely life going down (whoa) And you know you are so sweet To the terrors of the street There's nowhere to go Oh, there's nowhere to go (whoa) In the middle of the night, wandering hands Red slash come alive Just to taste it In a dark red room, all through and through Dead steel terrorize In your body and your mind (whoa) Yeah, in the darkness Oh, you will find me alone, alone (whoa) Yeah, in the darkness Oh, you will find me alone, alone |
Who Wrote Red Slash By Calabrese?
Robert Andrew Calabrese, James Patrick Calabrese Jr, David Joseph Calabrese
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What's The Duration Of The Red Slash By Calabrese?The duration of Red Slash is 3:18 minutes and seconds. |
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