She's gone, the only thing that he could find
Was her perfume, a small bottle she left behind
That's how it goes, nineteen seventy-nine
The smell of her ghost hanging 'round all the time
She's gone, she didn't leave a note
Alone, spends his days sleeping outside
And all the sky is an echo of birds
And that's how he feels, he can never be heard
It holds my Delora
To hold my Delora
The scent of my loved one
Did she return
She returns
Delora
Nicole Atkins
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Lyrics by Nicole Atkins
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