| Sweet Delilah, come inside
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| And won’t you mend my broken bones
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| The more that I get thrust aside
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| The more I beg you not to go
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| I’m building up a wall
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| And I can’t get over it
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| I slip into the false again
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| And I said oh, no, I know I’ve been a fool
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| And I said whoa, no, I fell in love with you
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| And I said oh, no, I know I’ve been a fool when I said
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| Sweet Delilah, can’t deny
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| That she was happy long ago
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| Twenty-five and full of life
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| The more I begged her not to know
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| White paint up on the walls
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| Pretty pictures of the day
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| I slipped into the false again
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| I said woah, no, I know I’ve been a fool
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| And I said whoa, no, I fell in love with you
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| And I said whoa, no, I know I’ve been a fool when I said
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| Oh, yeah
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| And I said whoa, no, I know I’ve been a fool
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| And I said whoa, no, 'cause I fell in love with you
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| And I said whoa, no, well I know I’ve been a fool and I said
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| Oh, no, I know I’ve been a fool
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| And I said, Lord knows that I fell in love with you
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| I said oh, no, well I know I’ve been a fool and I said
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| (whistles) |