Donald And Lydia

	  		Song : Donald And Lydia (Mod.not to slow 3/4 timing) 
 
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Small town bright lights Saturday night, 
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Pin balls and pool halls flashing their lights 
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Making change behind a counter in a penny arcade,  
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Sat the fat girl daughter of Virginia and Ray (spoken) Lydia 
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Lydia hid her thoughts like a cat, behind her small eyes sunk deep in her fat 
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She read romance magazines up in her room  
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And felt just like Sunday on Saturday afternoon 
 
(Chorus) 
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But dreaming just comes natural like the first breath from a baby 
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Like sunshine feeding daisies, Like the love hidden deep in your heart 
 
 
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Bunkbeds shaved heads Saturday night 
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A ware house of strangers with sixty watt lights 
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Staring though the ceiling just wanting to be, lay a one of to many a young PFC (spoken) Donald 
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There were spaces between Donald and what ever he said 
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Strangers had forced him to live in his head 
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He envisioned the details of romantic scenes after midnight in the stillness of  
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the barrack's latrine 
(repeat chorus) 
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Hot love, cold love, no love at all, a portrait of guilt is hung on the wall 
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Nothing is wrong, nothing is right, Donald and Lydia made love that night (spoken) Love 
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They made love in the mountains , they made love in the streams 
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They made love in the valleys , they made love in their dreams 
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But when they were fininshed , there was nothing to say 
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'Cause mostly they made love from ten miles away 
(repeat chorus)