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The Search For Cherry RedIn every car that passes me on the streetI search for the particular face The lipstick trembles under boom lights Lipstick my only brother's only trace Was the birthday birthday ashtray Carried all along this way (Now) and It was a gift from my little sister On the very same day they took her away And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now All your dreams are cherry red inside of your head And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now All your dreams are cherry red inside In Hollywood, I got the phone call That made my heart and my limousine stall Falling down in the hotel hall again A little drunk from the Warners' Christmas ball Cut by love and carved by switchblade He's been gone nearly half a decade Cut by love and carved by switchblade He's been gone nearly half a decade I still remember my brother See his face on the billboards and the Polaroids that stayed on my pillow Till they faded some sad, sad grey day And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now All your dreams are cherry red inside of your head And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now All your dreams are cherry red inside And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now All your dreams are cherry red inside of your head And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now All your dreams are cherry red inside |