| Diamonds are a ritual
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| A prize in a Cracker Jack
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| A name that you won’t get back
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| Diamonds are a runaround
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| A game you can’t win
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| While you wait for your life to begin
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| Miss the party, drink the punch
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| The drunk ones are the lucky bunch
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| Diamonds play single
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| So sharp and abrasive
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| Just look at their poor faces, it’s sad
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| It’s not in the cards for them
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| Look down at their hands
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| You’ll see nothing, just emptiness and misery
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| Miss the party, drink the punch
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| The drunk ones are the lucky bunch
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| Drink till they can’t tell what’s wrong
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| Drink till they can’t tell what’s wrong
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| Diamonds are a piece of twine
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| A seal on the envelope
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| Some guarantee of hope
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| Diamonds are just rocks that shine
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| So I’m not the diamond kind
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| I’ll never see a diamond mine
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| Miss the party, drink the punch
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| The drunk ones are the lucky bunch
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| 'Cause they can’t remember when they’ve had such a bad time
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| No, they can’t remember when they’ve had such a bad time
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| No, they can’t remember when they’ve had such a bad time
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| Except they make diamond rings
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| And diamonds are the hardest things |