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Well I'll be damned |
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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 happened to call |
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And here I sit |
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My hand on the telephone |
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Hearing a voice |
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I'd known |
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A couple of light years ago |
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Heading straight for a fall |
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As I remember your eyes |
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Were bluer than robin's eggs |
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My poetry was lousy you said |
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Where are you calling from? |
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A booth in the midwest |
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Ten years ago |
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I bought you some cufflinks |
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Oh and you brought me something |
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We both know what memories can bring |
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They bring diamonds and rust |
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Well you burst on the scene |
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Already a legend |
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The unwashed phenomenon |
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The original vagabond |
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You strayed into my arms |
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And there you stayed |
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Temporarily lost at sea |
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The Madonna was yours for free |
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Yes the girl on the half-shell |
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Would keep you unharmed |
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Now I see you standing |
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With leaves falling around |
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And snow in your hair |
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Now you're smiling out the window |
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Of that hotel |
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Over Washington |
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Square Our breath comes out white clouds |
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Mingles and hangs in the air |
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Speaking strictly for me |
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We both could have died then and there |
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Now you're telling me |
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You're not nostalgic |
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Then give me another word for it |
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You are always so good with words |
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And at keeping things vague |
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Because I need some of that vagueness now |
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It's all coming back too clearly |
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Oh I loved you dearly |
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And if you're offering me diamonds and rust |
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I've already paid |
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Diamonds and rust |
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Diamonds and rust |
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Diamonds and rust |