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Lydia (Letra)

Nick Carter

Nick Carter

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

By dean friedman

Lydia keeps my toothbrush in her apartment and she never complains.
Well, hardly ever. and then jokingly she says¡­
Boy, it’s been so long since i held you, i nearly gave you up for dead. i nearly gave you up for dead. i nearly gave you up for dead.

Lydia, lydia how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all. this is more than i had planned.
Lydia, lydia i am at your command, at least until morning comes,
Then, i must be off again.

Lydia, you know i always talk about making conscious decisions, about running my own life. well, maybe i’m fooling myself. it’s a role i like to play.
Because more often than not i’m down here on the corner. i’m sorry i woke you. do you feel like some company? babe, i need a place to stay.

Lydia, lydia how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all. this is more than i had planned.
Lydia, lydia i am at your command, at least until morning comes,
Then, i must be off again.

I sleep with a woman who thinks i’m a child. well, maybe i am. no, that wouldn’t surprise anyone. i suspect that much is true.
But, lydia, if you only knew how much i love you. did you know that i love you? it’s the best that i can do.

Lydia, lydia how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all. this is more than i had planned.
Lydia, lydia i am at your command, at least until morning comes,
Then, i must be off again.

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Lydia (Letra)

Dean Friedman

Dean Friedman

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Through the searching lights that weave and dart
Comes the stranger that cares not for your heart
The pain of living life this way
Must take its toll on you some day
You jaded eyes can see embarrassment or harm
The frail skin that bleeds emotionally on guard
All lowest forms of life are pounding you inside
Your hollow cold display your tired masquerade
Let the image that you present entice unlike
The mirror that shows the strains of vice
This act of contact your decay
While willing souls will more than pay.