| Finally, I’m letting go Of all my downer thoughts
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| In no time there’ll be One less sad robot
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| Looking for a chance to be Something more than just metal
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| Now I’m going part time
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| With a film projectionist
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| And she’s the vinyl queen
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| From my surfer dream
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| She likes the beach boys
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| More than radio metal
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| And she’s so good
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| But, she’s no good for me Oh, Miss Delaney
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| What’s the matter?
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| You waited by the window
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| (You waited by the window)
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| I waited by the door
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| Oh, Miss Delaney
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| Where’s your boyfriend?
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| He isn’t up in heaven, so Why treat him like he’s dead
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| It’s not that everyday
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| Everyday is coming up With the green grass
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| But the times pass, when
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| I think of you
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| Whenever I’m at dinner
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| Finally I’ve found someone
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| To duel this lonely sea
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| I don’t spend my nights
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| Searching for earthquakes
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| Though it’s biblical
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| How fucked my sleep can be But she won’t sleep with me Oh, Miss Delaney
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| What’s the matter?
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| You waited by the window
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| I waited by the door
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| Oh, Miss Delaney
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| Where’s your boyfriend?
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| He isn’t up in heaven, so Why treat him like he’s dead
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| Like he’s dead, like he’s dead
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| From here you can’t find everything
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| Erin, I would never lie to you
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| Oh, Miss Delaney (Miss Delaney)
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| Whatcha sad for?
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| You waited by the window
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| And I was kicking down your door
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| Oh, Miss Delaney
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| Where’s your boyfriend?
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| (Where's your boyfriend)
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| He isn’t up in heaven, so Why treat him like he’s dead
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| Oh, Miss Delaney |