| Don’t you know that the angels
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| In some wild and secret heart
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| Doubt for those who get the wrong things
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| And those who want to get caught?
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| You don’t have to doubt no more
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| You don’t have to count on cryin'
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| No one can win a heart like yours
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| But damned if he ain’t tryin'
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| Put on your diamond shoes
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| Put on your diamond shoes
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| The ones you talk about
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| That shine like brand new
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| The ones you’ve no place to wear
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| Sure you’ll never use
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| The ones you look so pretty in
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| Go put on your diamond shoes
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| There is no rain comes down
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| You don’t carry in your hand
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| For whoever gets the wrong things right
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| Since no one understands
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| There is no flower I know
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| Deserving of your hair
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| But damned if he don’t come every night
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| Trying to pin one there
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| Put on your diamond shoes
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| Put on your diamond shoes
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| The ones you talk about
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| The ones you’re scared to use
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| You don’t have to doubt no more
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| They’ll always shine like new
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| You’ll look so pretty
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| Walkin' in your diamond shoes
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| Where the road was wet and rough
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| You kicked and swore them off
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| Now it’s gettin' on time
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| They were back swingin' at your side
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| Put on your diamond shoes
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| Put on your diamond shoes
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| You’ll look so pretty
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| Walkin' in your diamond shoes |