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Hey there Delilah, What’s it like in New York City? |
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I’m a thousand miles away, But girl tonight you look so pretty, |
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Yes you do, Time Square can’t shine as bright as you, |
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Hey there Delilah, Don’t you worry about the distance, |
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I’m right there if you get lonely, Give this song another listen, |
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Close your eyes, Listen to my voice it’s my disguise, |
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Oh it’s what you do to me, Oh it’s what you do to me, |
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Oh it’s what you do to me, Oh it’s what you do to me, |
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Hey there Delilah, I know times are getting hard, |
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But just believe me girl some day, I’ll pay the bills with this guitar, |
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We’ll have it good, We’ll have the life we knew we would, |
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Hey there Delilah, I’ve got so much left to say, |
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If every simple song I wrote to you, Would take your breath away, |
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I’d write it all, Even more in love with me you’d fall, |
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Oh it’s what you do to me, Oh it’s what you do to me, |
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Oh it’s what you do to me, Oh it’s what you do to me, |
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A thousand miles seems pretty far, But they’ve got planes and trains and cars, |
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I’d walk to you if I had no other way |
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Our friends would all make fun of us, And we’ll just laugh along because, |
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We know that none of them have felt this way, |
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Delilah I can promise you, That by the time that we get through, |
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The world will never ever be the same, And you’re to blame. |
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Hey there Delilah you be good, And don’t you miss me, |
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Two more years and you’ll be done with school, And I’ll be making history, |
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Like I do, You’ll know it’s all because of you, |
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We can do whatever we want to, |
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Hey there Delilah here’s to you, This one’s for you. |
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Oh it’s what you do to me, Oh it’s what you do to me, |
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Oh it’s what you do to me, Oh it’s what you do to me, |
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Ohhh (út í gegn um restina af laginu) |
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