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Sep 2016
I've always known that red lights and good music was supposed to feel special
And at one point, with you, it was.
But those dark nights and red lights became something that told me to stop.
Not to stop the car, but to stop letting you draw me into what had been such a doubtful relationship
And those dark nights were the aftermath of the happy times you brought.
Those dark nights left me with nights even darker
And that good music we played was a distraction
A distraction from God telling me I was going the wrong way.
I was in the passenger seat of the devil's car, painted red
And later on, painted white
Confusing me, making me think I was going right
Till God says that that red glowing light
Is telling you that you're going the wrong way.
Where you're headed, no one is welcome
But with me, you're welcome to stay.
So just follow the green...

But that music was too loud
And the city lights were so bright, that it even blinded me from seeing the signs of the creator,
From seeing my fate,
From looking out for my own destiny.
That music drowned out my thoughts
And wrapped it's happy lyrics around my heart
And later on, my throat
Strangling me more and more with every red light

Till the car finally crashed and I thought that that was it for me
I was rushed to the ER and I met God
And he said he'd give me another chance
And to see the lesson as a blessing that taught me
And to follow the green and only the green
Cuz all the red will ever do is stop me

And now, because of you, dark nights, red lights and good music will never be the same.
These are the paralyzed feelings you brought me
Sometimes if you're too distracted, you can crash, and end up severely or chronically damaged.
Endya Tremese
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Endya Tremese
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   Keith Wilson
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