Up where the evening sun
The river rolls on by
The neighbors, they tell secrets
The neighbors, they tell lies
And somewhere the plane went down
These things they never stop
Somebody feels the knife
And somebody calls the cops
Oh, the living and the dying
How easily you bruise
Oh Delia, don't go 'round
When the devil's loose
A figure waits in the shadow
Someone drowned in the lake
The march of Georgian feet down the highway
And razor blades in the gate
These dogs will tear your flesh
You'd best give them a bone
I see you there in a sea of faces
I see you there alone
In the living and the dying
How easily you bruise
Oh Delia, don't go 'round
When the devil's loose
And what does a mirror show you?
Can you see the gray?
Your sadness, it is quite lovely
But it's the sadness of a slave
Why don't you give yourself a rest
Oh, give yourself some room
You can't get your arms around everybody
You cannot carry the doom
Of the living and the dying
How easily you bruise
Oh Delia, don't go 'round
When the devil's loose

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