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CRIMSON SHIP

My life was coloured, painting pictures out of tune



You came from nowhere in a song



It might have been the way I laughed, he made the jokes



Could only show me what was wrong





CHORUS:



He took me flying on his crimson ship



He never left me his number



He took me flying on his crimson ship



Then he was gone and I wondered





Who put the knots on all the crosses on the hill?



Why did the old man wash his hands?



Who grew the flower that was big enough to kill?



And blew the trumpet in the band, a-and





CHORUS





Oh-oh, oh-oh





When they were busy throwing kisses at the moon



A father lost his mother's son



And though they knew the resurrection would be soon



The time was spent, they carried on, o-on





CHORUS





Wondered [repeat and fade].

CRIMSON SHIP /

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