| From the top of the hill
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| You can see all the lights of the Diamond Field
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| The treasure buried in plain sight
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| Where one mans loss is another mans gain
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| And no one cares about anything, worth caring about
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| Shall we go to the Diamond Field tonight
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| Tightrope walkin', in the web of light
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| Shall we go the Diamond Field and try
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| To seek the fortune in their eyes
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| One by one the lights go out
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| And the Diamond Field begins to fade
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| It turns back into cement and stone
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| Brick and asphalt, flesh and bone
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| Shall we go to the Diamond Field tonight
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| Tightrope walkin', in the web of light
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| Shall we go the Diamond Field and try
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| To seek the fortune in their eyes
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| Shall we go to the Diamond Field tonight
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| Tightrope walkin', in the web of light
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| Electric angles move against the night
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| Shining in the Diamond Field
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| From the album «Tropico» |