[{"id":32777983,"name":"A Song For You","trackName":"A Song For You","artistName":"Zach Bryan","albumName":"Streets of London - Single","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's rainin' out in Soho, you're tellin' me, \"Don't go\"\nTucked outside a bar door, \"What are we alive for?\"\nI could call a car, or we can walk down the avenue\nI wrote a song for you\n\nAbout that spot in Ireland, you got on the table when\nThat man played his sad songs for me and all my drunken friends\nYou danced there and I did too\nThat night, I wrote a song for you\n\nAnd you remind me of some old-timey photo that I saw\nIn the doorway on a long day, in your black-laced bra\nStarted writin' when I met you, I'll be writin'\nWhen I die, this song for you\n\nI heard you told your daddy 'bout some boy in the city\n\"He's Oklahoma trash, but he's real kind with me\"\nDoes a boy get tired of playin' those tunes\nBut I wrote this song for you\n\nDeep within my lower spine, I see you drinkin' summer wine\nAt a venue out in Dublin, back when I said nothin'\nWish I'd said then the things I'm thinkin' now\nI wrote a song for you\n\nAnd all these people tellin' me I ain't what I used to be\nBut you've known me since I was naive and 23\nI could give a shit about what these people say\nI am, I wrote a song for you\n\nAnd I feel like a kid again when you start askin' questions\nAbout my mama, Oklahoma, or the way I'm sleepin'\nWhen they took the boy you knew, sold him for profit\nI had you in my arms last night, but I lost it\n\nI heard you told your daddy about some boy in the city\n\"He's Oklahoma trash, but he's real kind with me\"\nDoes a boy get tired of playin' those tunes\nBut I wrote this one for you\nYeah, I wrote this one for you\n\nMaybe you'll move on, do somethin' different\nFind yourself, a sober man who golfs and is Christian\nBut in everything I say and in everything I do\nI wrote this song for you","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.42] It's rainin' out in 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venue out in Dublin, back when I said nothin'\n[01:43.45] Wish I'd said then the things I'm thinkin' now\n[01:46.44] I wrote a song for you\n[01:50.08] And all these people tellin' me I ain't what I used to be\n[01:53.45] But you've known me since I was naive and 23\n[01:57.19] I could give a shit about what these people say\n[02:00.03] I am, I wrote a song for you\n[02:03.88] And I feel like a kid again when you start askin' questions\n[02:07.33] About my mama, Oklahoma, or the way I'm sleepin'\n[02:10.68] When they took the boy you knew, sold him for profit\n[02:14.35] I had you in my arms last night, but I lost it\n[02:17.76] \n[02:32.13] I heard you told your daddy about some boy in the city\n[02:37.87] \"He's Oklahoma trash, but he's real kind with me\"\n[02:43.97] Does a boy get tired of playin' those tunes\n[02:49.65] But I wrote this one for you\n[02:54.86] Yeah, I wrote this one for you\n[02:58.46] \n[03:14.66] Maybe you'll move on, do somethin' different\n[03:17.55] Find yourself, a sober man who golfs and is Christian\n[03:20.96] But in everything I say and in everything I do\n[03:24.52] I wrote this song for you\n[03:28.89] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: A Song For You\n  artist: Zach Bryan\n  album: Streets of London - Single\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: It's rainin' out in Soho, you're tellin' me, \"Don't go\"\n  start_ms: 18420\n  end_ms: 21580\n- text: Tucked outside a bar door, \"What are we alive for?\"\n  start_ms: 21580\n  end_ms: 25080\n- text: I could call a car, or we can walk down the avenue\n  start_ms: 25080\n  end_ms: 29500\n- text: I wrote a song for you\n  start_ms: 29500\n  end_ms: 31800\n- text: About that spot in Ireland, you got on the table when\n  start_ms: 31800\n  end_ms: 35360\n- text: That man played his sad songs for me and all my drunken friends\n  start_ms: 35360\n  end_ms: 38830\n- text: You danced there and I did too\n  start_ms: 38830\n  end_ms: 40560\n- text: 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