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I'll be damned, here comes your ghost again |
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But that's not unusual |
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It's just that the moon is full |
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And you decided to call |
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And here I sit, hand on the telephone |
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Hearing the voice I'd known |
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A couple of light years ago |
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Headed straight for a fall |
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But we both know what memories can bring |
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They bring Diamonds and Rust |
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Yes we both know what memories can bring |
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They bring Diamonds and Rust |
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Now I see you standing with brown leaves all around and snow in your hair |
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Now we're smiling out the window of the crummy hotel over Washington Square |
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Our breath comes in white clouds, mingles and hangs in the air |
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Speaking strictly for me we both could've died then and there |
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Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic |
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Then give me another word for it |
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You were so good with words |
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And at keeping things vague |
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Cause I need some of that vagueness now |
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It's all come back too clearly, yes, I love you dearly |
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And if you're offering me diamonds and rust, I've already paid |
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But we both know what memories can bring |
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They bring Diamonds and Rust |
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Yes we both know what memories can bring |
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They bring Diamonds and Rust |
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Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust |
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Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust |
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Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust |
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Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust |