| 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 Tony
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| 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, Delia gone! |