| Each night when watching dying of the day
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| I seem to find I hardly know my way around
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| Even with the crowd I’m on my own
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| Now she’s gone
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| I don’t know if I’m lost or found
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| You’re bringing me down dear Delilah
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| I can see you hanging around dear Delilah
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| It’s hard to realise and harder to see-ee
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| And harder still when someone tells you
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| She wanted someone else that I couldn’t be
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| You’re bringing me down dear Delilah
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| I can see you coming around dear Delilah
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| Wind blown and I’m falling with the wind
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| Was I too fast or too slow
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| Or did the weather change
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| You’re bringing me down dear Delilah
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| I can see you coming around dear Delilah
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| And when you ask me if I need her I do-ooh
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| But ask me why and I can’t tell you
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| I only know that she means so much to me
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| You’re bringing me down dear Delilah (yeh yeh)
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| I can see you coming around dear Delilah
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| You’re bringing me down dear Delilah (yeh yeh)
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| I can see you coming around dear Delilah
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| You’re bringing me down dear Delilah (yeh yeh)
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| I can see you coming around dear Delilah |