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I'm told I should want to be a saint but I don't because I'm wicked Why paint the town white when red is much more like it the color of sin What makes it a sin? because you don't understand? or it leaves a stain? Just a brush of red tells you just how I like it and where I want it Splash it here and there color me bad and tell me I'm going to hell Among coal and fire surrounded by souls like mine I'm in good company What could be better than floating on clouds of white? Dancing in red fire So no - I don't want to be a saint because I love being wicked Red suits me better anyway
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Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 9:12 AM UTC
Paint it Red
I'm told I should want to be a saint but I don't because I'm wicked Why paint the town white when red is much more like it the color of sin What makes it a sin? because you don't understand? or it leaves a stain? Just a brush of red tells you just how I like it and where I want it Splash it here and there color me bad and tell me I'm going to hell Among coal and fire surrounded by souls like mine I'm in good company What could be better than floating on clouds of white? Dancing in red fire So no - I don't want to be a saint because I love being wicked Red suits me better anyway
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Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 9:12 AM UTC
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