| So do you know I’m a dancer now
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| With red painted lips and a jezebel crown
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| So have you heard I’m a singer now
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| With reliquary eyes and a diadem frown
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| But I look for you
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| In the diamond trees
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| And the highway divine
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| Deliver me Your father died
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| A month ago
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| And he scattered his ashes
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| In the snow
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| But, oh my lonely diamond heart
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| It misses you so well
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| Oh my lonely diamond heart
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| It misses you, oh well
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| I had a man in every town
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| And I thought of you each time I tore off my gown
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| Changes have come
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| And I cannot recall
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| The shape of your face
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| Through the winters and falls
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| But I look for you
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| In the traffic seas
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| And the bars I’m always frequenting
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| Your father died
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| Some months ago
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| And we scattered his ashes
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| In the snow
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| Holidays are the hardest hours of the year
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| Holidays are the hardest hours of the year
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| Holidays are the hardest hours of the year
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| And oh, my lonely diamond heart
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| It misses you my dear
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| She gave me a bird
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| Made out of clay
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| So I never will forget her
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| And he gave me a book
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| Made out of wood
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| To fasten all the emblems
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| She gave me a bird
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| Made out of clay
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| So I never will forget her
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| But oh, my lonely diamond heart
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| It misses you so well
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| And oh, my lonely diamond heart
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| It misses you, oh well |