| So much coming in
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| I do not know where to begin
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| I just follow the lead you’re pulling
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| And I get lost in your trail
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| So much more to tell
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| You just ask me if I’m doing well
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| But I do not know what the hell
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| I just swallow hard
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| In your eyes
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| Black diamonds
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| I could die
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| Black diamonds
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| In your eyes
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| Black diamonds
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| I could die
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| Black diamonds
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| And I wake up in a cold sweat on your ceiling
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| Terrified of what your love’s revealing
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| So much you can see
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| Should I let you make a woman of me?
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| Should I let you take the mystery from me?
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| See the inside of my room at night?
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| Sometimes you will find
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| Things I do not know how to leave behind
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| I’ve been grappling with my mind
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| I’ve been stuck inside a jail
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| In your eyes
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| Black diamonds
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| I could die
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| Black diamonds
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| In your eyes
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| Black diamonds
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| I could die
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| Black diamonds
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| And I wake up in a cold sweat on your ceiling
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| Terrified of what your love’s revealing
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| The cold of winter warms my blood and he’s hot
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| Like a bed of steel
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| He finds his peace of mind
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| In the rivers and the whip-poor-wills |
| I could follow close behind
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| And slowly disappear
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| But I can never leave him
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| I can never leave him
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| I can never leave him
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| I can never leave him
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| I can never leave him
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| I can never leave him
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| In his eyes
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| Black diamonds
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| I could die
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| And I wake up in a cold sweat on your ceiling
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| So much more to do
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| Come on, let me make a man outta you
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| I could gather you and you tell the truth
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| You could cry inside my arms
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| You could cry inside my arms like a child
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| You could cry
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| You could cry |