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Finally I'm letting go of all my downer thoughts In no time there'll be one less sad robot Looking for a chance to be something more than just metal Now I'm going part time with a film projectionist And she's the vinyl queen from the surfer dream She likes the Beach Boys more than radio metal And she's so good, but she's no good for me Oh, Miss Delaney What's the matter? You waited by the window, I waited by the door. Oh, Miss Delaney, Where's your boyfriend? He isn't up in heaven, So why treat him like he's dead? It's not that every day, Every day is coming up with the green grass But the times pass when I Think of you whenever I'm at dinner Finally I've found someone to duel this lonely scene I don't spend my nights searching for earthquakes Though it's biblical how fucked my sleep can be But she won't sleep with me Letras de canciones Oh, Miss Delaney, What's the matter? You waited by the window, I waited by the door. Oh, Miss Delaney, Where's your boyfriend? He isn't up in heaven, So why treat him like he's dead? Like he's dead From here you can't find everything Melly, I would never lie to you... Well, Miss Delaney Whatcha sad for? You waited by the window, And I was kicking down your door. Oh, Miss Delaney, Where's your boyfriend? Where's your boyfriend? He isn't up in heaven, so why treat him like he's dead? Oh, Miss Delaney From Letras Mania