| 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 come
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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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| And then comes that 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 You were so good with words
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| And at keeping things paid
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| Cause I need some of that vagueness now, it’s all come back too clearly
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| Yes, I love 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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| 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 |