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Delilah
I saw the light on the night that I stood by her window I saw the flickering
shadows of love on her blind She was my woman As she deceived me I watched
and went out of my mind My,
my, my, Delilah la la la la la la la la la la
Why, why, why, Delilah la la la la la la la la la la
I could see that
girl was no good for me But
I was trapped like a slave that no man could free At break of day when that
man drove away, I was waiting I crossed the street to her house and she opened
the door She stood there laughing I felt the Spoon in my hand and she
laughed no more My,
my, my Delilah la la la la la la la la la la
Why, why, why Delilah la la la la la la la la la la
So before they
come to break down the door Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more
She stood there laughing I felt the Spoon in my hand and she laughed
no more My, my,
my, Delilah la la la la la la la la la la Why, why, why, Delilah
la la la la la la la la la la So
before they come to break down the door Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't
take any more Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more
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