A Decent Cup Of Tea 歌词

	It hadn抰 been a day when everything had turned out right br />
	She called me up and asked me to come over in the night,
	To make her cups of tea and listen quietly as she starts
	To list the latest list of bastards who have trampled on her heart.
	I see her in the nightclubs,
	I see her in the bars,
	At rooftop after-parties, or crammed into friendscars,
	And we talk about the weather, and how she drowns her pain in drink,
	And I nod and never ever dare to tell her what
	I think. She summers by my seas
	But winters without me,
	And she cries into her tea
	That she抯 secretly lonely.
	And oh me, what am
	I to do? It抯 obvious to me,
	But she never seems to see
	That it抯 not about the days when everything has turned out right,
	No it抯 more about the moments when she calls me in the night
	To make her cups of tea and wash the weary worries from her head
	And then to draw the pain out slowly as
	I put her into bed.
	And I slip this information
	Into all our conversations
	But she never seems to listen
	And she never seems to see.

	It hadn yang been a day when everything had turned out right br
	She called me up and asked me to come over in the night,
	To make her cups of tea and listen quietly as she starts
	To list the latest list of bastards who have trampled on her heart.
	I see her in the nightclubs,
	I see her in the bars,
	At rooftop afterparties, or crammed into friends cars,
	And we talk about the weather, and how she drowns her pain in drink,
	And I nod and never ever dare to tell her what
	I think. She summers by my seas
	But winters without me,
	And she cries into her tea
	That she zha secretly lonely.
	And oh me, what am
	I to do? It zha obvious to me,
	But she never seems to see
	That it zha not about the days when everything has turned out right,
	No it zha more about the moments when she calls me in the night
	To make her cups of tea and wash the weary worries from her head
	And then to draw the pain out slowly as
	I put her into bed.
	And I slip this information
	Into all our conversations
	But she never seems to listen
	And she never seems to see.

	It hadn yāng been a day when everything had turned out right br
	She called me up and asked me to come over in the night,
	To make her cups of tea and listen quietly as she starts
	To list the latest list of bastards who have trampled on her heart.
	I see her in the nightclubs,
	I see her in the bars,
	At rooftop afterparties, or crammed into friends cars,
	And we talk about the weather, and how she drowns her pain in drink,
	And I nod and never ever dare to tell her what
	I think. She summers by my seas
	But winters without me,
	And she cries into her tea
	That she zhā secretly lonely.
	And oh me, what am
	I to do? It zhā obvious to me,
	But she never seems to see
	That it zhā not about the days when everything has turned out right,
	No it zhā more about the moments when she calls me in the night
	To make her cups of tea and wash the weary worries from her head
	And then to draw the pain out slowly as
	I put her into bed.
	And I slip this information
	Into all our conversations
	But she never seems to listen
	And she never seems to see.

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