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John Prine
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Donald and Lydia (Re-Recorded)
Small town, bright lights, Saturday night Pinballs and pool halls are flashing their lights Making change behind the counter in a penny arcade Sat the fat girl daughter of Virginia and Ray
Lydia, Lydia hid her thoughts like a cat Behind her small eyes sunk deep in her fat She read romance magazines up in her room And felt just like Sunday on Saturday afternoon
But dreaming just comes natural Like the first breath from a baby Like sunshine feeding daisies Like the love hidden deep in your heart
Bunk beds, shaved heads, Saturday night A warehouse of strangers with sixty watt lights Staring through the ceiling, just wanting to be Lay one of too many, a young PFC
Donald, there were spaces between Donald and whatever he said Strangers had forced him to live in his head He envisioned the details of romantic scenes Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com After midnight in the stillness of the barracks latrine
But dreaming just comes natural Like the first breath from a baby Like sunshine feeding daisies Like the love hidden deep in your heart
Hot love, cold love, no love at all A portrait of guilt is hung on the wall Nothing is wrong and nothing is right Donald and Lydia made love that night
Love, they made love in the mountains, they made love in the streams They made love in the valleys, they made love in their dreams But when they were finished there was nothing to say 'Cause mostly they made love from ten miles away
But dreaming just comes natural Like the first breath from a baby Like sunshine feeding daisies Like the love hidden deep in your heart
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