| Oh I, I, I feel like a diamond
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| But I ain’t got no diamonds
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| No, I don’t even like 'em
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| Oh I, I, I, I don’t need attention
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| If I got your attention
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| Then baby that’s perfection
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| All the cars, and the pearls, and the gold in the world
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| No, it ain’t for us
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| All the stars and the lights and the glamorous nights no they ain’t for us
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| So high, high, high, we tasted high life
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| And it ain’t for us
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| No, it ain’t for us
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| Baby, you make me feel goddamn famous
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| I feel so goddamn famous
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| You take what you want
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| Pieces of me, and my soul, and my heart
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| You make me feel goddamn famous
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| Oh I, I, I don’t stress the money
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| Nothing’s gonna stop me
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| Yeah I know that you got me
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| Oh I, I, I don’t need nobody
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| Don’t need no one to watch me
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| 'Cause you’re my paparazzi
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| All the cars and the pearls and the gold in the world no it ain’t for us
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| All the stars and the lights and the glamorous nights no they ain’t for us
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| So high, high, high, we tasted high life
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| And it ain’t for us
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| No, it ain’t for us
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| Baby, you make me feel goddamn famous
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| I feel so goddamn famous
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| You take what you want
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| Pieces of me, and my soul, and my heart
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| You make me feel goddamn famous
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| Won’t let go of ya
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| I’m at home with ya
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| No one could ever buy our love in paradise
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| I won’t let go of ya
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| I’m at home with ya
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| No one could ever buy our love in paradise
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| Baby, you make me feel goddamn famous
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| I feel so goddamn famous
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| You take what you want
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| Pieces of me, and my soul, and my heart
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| You make me feel goddamn famous
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Baby, you make me feel goddamn famous |