For You, with You Lyrics

	作词 : Eric Anderson
	作曲 : Eric Anderson
	Ten dollars for your thoughts
	To me they're worth a lot
	It's no secret things are on the rocks
	Four punk kids sleeping on the floor
	Played the show for room and board
	You're crying just past the bathroom door
	No tears in my eyes, no heart set on fire
	But if they're required for you, for you
	I'll tear out my hair, throw a lighter on the chair
	And sit in despair with you, with you
	The worst tasting breakfast of my life
	You kept the conversation light, spreading red jam with your knife
	You'll say the words when we're alone
	I'm taking weird ways and back roads
	Don't wreck my regular route home
	No tears in my eyes, no heart set on fire
	But if they're required for you, for you
	I'll tear out my hair, throw a lighter on the chair
	And sit in despair with you, with you

	zuo ci : Eric Anderson
	zuo qu : Eric Anderson
	Ten dollars for your thoughts
	To me they' re worth a lot
	It' s no secret things are on the rocks
	Four punk kids sleeping on the floor
	Played the show for room and board
	You' re crying just past the bathroom door
	No tears in my eyes, no heart set on fire
	But if they' re required for you, for you
	I' ll tear out my hair, throw a lighter on the chair
	And sit in despair with you, with you
	The worst tasting breakfast of my life
	You kept the conversation light, spreading red jam with your knife
	You' ll say the words when we' re alone
	I' m taking weird ways and back roads
	Don' t wreck my regular route home
	No tears in my eyes, no heart set on fire
	But if they' re required for you, for you
	I' ll tear out my hair, throw a lighter on the chair
	And sit in despair with you, with you

	zuò cí : Eric Anderson
	zuò qǔ : Eric Anderson
	Ten dollars for your thoughts
	To me they' re worth a lot
	It' s no secret things are on the rocks
	Four punk kids sleeping on the floor
	Played the show for room and board
	You' re crying just past the bathroom door
	No tears in my eyes, no heart set on fire
	But if they' re required for you, for you
	I' ll tear out my hair, throw a lighter on the chair
	And sit in despair with you, with you
	The worst tasting breakfast of my life
	You kept the conversation light, spreading red jam with your knife
	You' ll say the words when we' re alone
	I' m taking weird ways and back roads
	Don' t wreck my regular route home
	No tears in my eyes, no heart set on fire
	But if they' re required for you, for you
	I' ll tear out my hair, throw a lighter on the chair
	And sit in despair with you, with you

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