| Home-town girl in the city of lights
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| sleeps all day, hey, and she plays all night.
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| Takin’her turn on the merry-go-round;
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| hearin’her laugh, but it’s a lonely sound.
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| Bring her on up;
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| take her on down.
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| Hearin’you laugh, babe,
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| it’s a lonely sound.
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| Leavin’your home
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| on a midnight plane;
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| hearin’you call, babe,
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| in the sound of the rain.
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| Diamond girls.
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| Is there anybody there at the end of the night?
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| Is it worth what you pay with your soul?
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| When you look in the mirror, do you see it right?
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| Diamond girls aren’t made to grow old.
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| Small-town child in the city of dreams.
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| What it was, baby, ain’t what it seems.
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| Staking her life on travelin’bands;
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| spendin’that soul, yeah, on the one-night stands.
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| Bring her on up;
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| take her on down.
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| Hearin’you laugh, babe,
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| it’s a lonely sound.
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| Leavin’your home
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| on a midnight plane;
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| hearin’you call, babe,
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| in the sound of the rain.
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| Diamond girls.
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| Is there anybody there at the end of the night?
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| Is it worth what you pay with your soul?
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| When you look in the mirror, do you see it right?
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| Diamond girls aren’t made to grow old.
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| Hard times.
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| Makin’your way, baby,
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| any way you can.
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| But I hear you callin'
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| and I know you need me.
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| Diamond girls.
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| Is there anybody there at the end of the night?
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| Is it worth what you pay with your soul?
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| When you look in the mirror, do you see it right?
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| Diamond girls aren’t made to grow old.
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| Diamond girls. |