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I'm in the rough layin' next to you |
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Hard as stone, the golden blue |
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The golden hair, silver eyes |
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Oh its true, its true |
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Chiseled love is hard to break |
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When you've got hands made of clay |
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I never thought we'd see the day |
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Oh it's true, it's true |
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Come out you diamond boys |
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Come out you diamond boys |
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Come out you diamond boys |
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It's so good to be a diamond with you |
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The light comes and hits your sides |
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Now the colors begin to shine |
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The golden hair and silver eyes |
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Oh it's true, it's true |
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Chiseled love is hard to break |
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when you've got hands made of clay |
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Never thought we'd see the day |
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Oh it's true, it's true |
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Come out you diamond boys |
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Come out you diamond boys |
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Come out you diamond boys |
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It's so good to be a diamond with you |