(D. Pickerill/P. O'Donoughue)
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You stop on a red light, your life starts again on green
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You watch all the colours then fall back into a dream
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There's headlights behind you, they flash out a silver surprise
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You go for the hand brake, there's madness behind your eyes
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Chorus:
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The road goes on for mile and miles
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You rush 'cos you haven't got the time
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Stop, stop, stop for the red light
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Yay, yay, yay is for the green
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One, one, one I'm on a blue light
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Keep your licence clean
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He flicks on the amber, a machine gun in all but name
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You push down the lever, well, two can play that game
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As red lights rush by you they're vivid and red as blood
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The chase makes you feel so good
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The road goes on for mile and miles
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You rush 'cos you haven't got the time
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Don't, don't don't go on a red light
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Yay, yay, yay is for the green
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One, one, one I'm on a blue light
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Keep your licence clean
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The flash lines are flowing, streaking by so fast
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Signposts are flying and grey rain is slanting past
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The colours are spinning, a pain on the side of your face
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And blackness surrounds you, you finally lost the race
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The road goes on for mile and miles
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You rush 'cos you haven't got the time
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Don't, don't don't go on a red light
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Yay, yay, yay wait for the green
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One, one, one I'm on a blue light
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Keep your licence clean
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Red Lights
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| Lisa Stansfield |
