| Don’t blame your daughter
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| that’s just sentimental
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| and don’t blame your mom
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| for all that you’ve done wrong
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| Your dad is not guilty
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| you came out a little faulty
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| and the factory closed
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| so you can’t hold them liable
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| You come from an island,
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| you’re cutting diamonds
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| with a rubbery knife
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| Your autograph is worthless
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| so don’t send me letters
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| and don’t mail me cash
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| 'cause your money is no good
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| What’s left in your matress
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| is holes and lack of love left
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| some hair from a horse,
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| and none of it is yours, man
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| You come from an island,
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| you’re cutting diamonds
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| with a rubbery knife
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| And the song you sing today
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| wasn’t always in your head,
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| the words you tryin' to say
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| are the ones you shouldn’t 've said
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| they’re glistenin' like diamonds,
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| go out and find' em
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| but don’t blame your daughter
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| Read me your tombstone,
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| tell me you’re sorry, fax me your will,
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| you owe me something still
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| Blood is like water
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| the bath that you poured me
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| has drained and it’s gone,
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| don’t blame it on your son
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| And the song you sing today
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| wasn’t always in your head,
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| the words you tryin' to say
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| are the ones you shouldn’t 've said
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| they’re glistening like diamonds,
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| go out and find’em
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| The world is full of diamonds
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| go out and find’em
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| but don’t blame your daughter |