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Delia's gone |
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And the days they run so slow |
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Here in the islands |
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Delia's gone |
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It's the only thing you know |
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Here in the silence |
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Fine rain combs the sand |
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The first breath of winter across the land |
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Try but you won't understand |
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How she could slip right through your hands |
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Delia's gone. |
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Delia's friends no longer come to call |
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What can they say now |
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Delia's pictures are hanging on the wall |
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You can't look away now |
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Dream figures with moons for eyes |
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Stare from under an alien sky |
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Seem to watch as you pass them by |
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If they should know, they won't say why |
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Delia's gone. |
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Delia's gone like a darkening of the sky |
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A change in the weather |
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Delia's gone like a moment out of time |
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Maybe forever |
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Lines of coffee cups on parade |
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Soldiers for keeping the night away |
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Soon, too soon, you'll be moving out |
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There's nothing here to hold you now |
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Delia's gone. |
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Delia left |
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Tony On a hot summer night |
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She would not go for him and so |
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He shot her down at sight |
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Delia gone, one more round, |
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Delia gone! |
