| He wanted to sell me a diamond
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| He said it was conflict free
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| Was such a beautiful concept
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| That such a thing could be
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| See it shining on the velvet
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| Faceted fire lying there
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| While I listen to a couple arguing
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| Three feet behind my chair
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| Bitterness soaks their voices
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| It’s been riding them for years
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| Anger they keep on carrying
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| Old hurt words in their ears
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| Sell me a diamond, I have to know
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| If this transaction is the key to letting go
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| Empty my pockets, you’ll find a ring
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| Is there a crime if no one loses anything
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| Sell me a diamond, one fluid moment
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| And seven crows above could be an omen
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| Sell me a diamond
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| I’ll just stop watching news I guess
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| You know that would be a gift
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| Just listen to children laughing
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| And give myself a lift
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| And maybe I’ll see somebody
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| Kind to someone in the street
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| And I will give this gift to
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| The next diamond soul I meet
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| Sell me a diamond, one fluid moment
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| You know seven crows above could be an omen
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| Empty my pockets, you’ll find a ring
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| Is there a crime if no one loses anything
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| Sell me a diamond, I have to know
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| If this transaction is the key to letting go
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| Sell me a diamond
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| Makes conflict free sound good to me
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| Makes conflict free sound good to me
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| Makes conflict free sound good to me
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| Makes conflict free sound good to me |