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You come from an island,
you're cutting diamonds
with a rubber knife.
And the song you sing today
wasn't always in your head,
the words you tryin' to say
are the ones you should've said.
They're glistenin' like diamonds,
go out and find' em
but don't blame your daughter.
Read me your tombstone,
tell me you're sorry,
fax me your will,
you owe me something still.
Blood is like water
the bath that you poured me
has drained and it's gone,
don't blame it on your son.
you're cutting diamonds
with a rubber knife.
And the song you sing today
wasn't always in your head,
the words you tryin' to say
are the ones you should've said.
They're glistenin' like diamonds,
go out and find' em
but don't blame your daughter.
Read me your tombstone,
tell me you're sorry,
fax me your will,
you owe me something still.
Blood is like water
the bath that you poured me
has drained and it's gone,
don't blame it on your son.
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