Radio Iodine - For You Lyrics
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For You
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What Are The Lyrics For For You By Radio Iodine?
I could travel to New York City
Dress in black and slump around the village Pierce my flesh with jewels and needles Turn my black hair white or whatever I could hang with the mod and the junkie Sleep all day and run out of money Put my faith in God or the Beatles Turn my black hair Whatever I needed [ whatever I needed ] Whatever I needed [ whatever I needed ] I'd still be the same to you My heart would remain for you I could inject my anger like venom Seek revenge then slowly drown in it Pierce my head with weed or religion Turn my black thoughts white or whatever I could think about all I'm missing Lift my head and see what I can take in Put my fears away with a ribbon Turn my white thoughts Whatever I needed [ whatever I needed ] Whatever I needed [ whatever I needed ] I'd still be the same to you My heart would remain for you I could travel to New York City Dress in black and slump around the village Pierce my flesh with jewels and needles Turn my black hair white [ turn my black hair white ] I could hang with the mod and the junkie Sleep all day and run out of money Put my faith in God or the Beatles Turn my white thoughts red I'd still be the same to you My heart would remain for you For you For you For you I could travel to New York City [ 8x ] For you, for you... |
Who Wrote For You By Radio Iodine?
David Gates, Judy Dyble, Marc Swordfish, Mark Swordfish
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What's The Duration Of The For You By Radio Iodine?The duration of For You is 4:05 minutes and seconds. |
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