| People they tell me
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| As they look upon my skin and bones
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| You’re ragged and you’re dirty
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| Hardly worth your weight in gold
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| For all of your suffering
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| No one gives a good goddamn
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| It’s all about the money, son
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| We doubt you understand
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| Yodelay-ho
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| They say your diamond is too rough
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| Yodelay-ho
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| I’d never trade it for their love
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| Sometimes at night
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| I look upon the stars above
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| They never shine as bright
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| As my diamond in the rough
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| People they tell me
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| Just to give up and go on home
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| But to have no home to go to
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| Is something they’ll never know
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| Yodelay-ho
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| They say your diamond is too rough
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| Yodelay-ho
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| I’d never trade it for their love
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| Yodelay-ho
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| They say your diamond is too rough
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| Yodelay-ho
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| I’d never trade it for their love
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| Sometimes I feel
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| Like I ain’t getting nowhere
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| I’m walking down this road
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| With a burden I can’t bear
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| I never let this world
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| Get too heavy on my shoulders
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| 'Cause my diamond always will
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| Pull the weight that I’m under
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| Yodelay-ho
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| They say your diamond is too rough
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| Yodelay-ho
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| I’d never trade it for their love
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| Yodelay-ho
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| They say your diamond is too rough
|
| Yodelay-ho
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| I’d never trade it for their love |