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Feb 2018
Red beads wrapped around my lady legs

Red potato skins still crawling through Southern dregs

Red lipstick, too expensive for sad my two lips live

Red lights, stop signs. Oh how much I would give

To see you smile

And stay a while

Let's pretend we don't exist

Red burns from falling down

In those sweet eyes, I feel no lies

Take me, embrace me

Red, red, red
the first song lyrics I ever wrote with my ukulele
Chloë Fuller
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Chloë Fuller  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
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