| Besides
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| Where Diamonds Are Halos
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| Wilhelmina remained convinced that her relief was waiting beyond
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| The suburban half-life she loathed from the shadows
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| She didn’t know which way to turn until the carnival of freaks passed
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| her by
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| And whisked her away to where diamonds are halos
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| Every little bit helps. |
| Believe me.
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| Every little bit helps. |
| Believe me.
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| Every little bit helps. |
| Please help me.
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| Relieve me.
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| The men in bars and girls in cars made promises to satisfy
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| The uncontrollable urge to relieve the frustration
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| The ugly snag of transient life is that all towns are one in the same
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| It all depends which end of the dog she is facing
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| She’s piling laundrey on top of the man she impaled with a decorative
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| spear
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| If he was turned face up we could gauge his repose
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| As the engine turns over she waits for the carnival of freaks to come by
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| And whisk her away to where diamonds are halos |