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So it gets to seven |
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And I think of nothing |
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But living in darkness |
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And the diamond lady |
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Well she's not telling |
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I don't even know her name |
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It's amazing |
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Times have changed |
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In days of old |
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Imagination'd leave you standing |
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Out in the could |
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Dancing city |
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Now you're talking |
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But where's your soul |
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You've a thousand faces |
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I'll never know |
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There are complications |
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And compensations |
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If you know the game |
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Agitated in Xenon nightly |
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I'll take you home again |
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Travel way downtown |
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In search of nothing |
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But the sky at night |
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And the diamond lady |
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Well she's not talking |
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But that's alright |
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So I turn the pages |
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And tell the story |
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From town to town |
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People tell me |
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Be determined |
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Poor country boy |
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Too much luck |
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Means too much trouble |
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Much time alone |
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But arm in arm |
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With my seaside diamond |
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I'll soon be home |
