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Well I'llAm be damned Here comes your ghFost again But that's Cnot unusual It's just that the mGoon is full And you happened to callAm
And here AmI sit, hand on the telepFhone Hearing a voice I'Cd known A couple of light yeGars ago Heading straight for a fAmall
As I remeAmmber your eyes Were bluer than roFbin's eggs "My poetry was lousyC", you said Where are you callinGg from? A booth in the Midwest Am
Ten yearsAm ago I bought you some Fcuff links You brought me sometChing And we both know whaGt memories can bring They bring diamonds and rust Am
You burstAm on the scene Already a legend F The unwashed phenomeCnon The original vagabonGd You strayed into my arms Am
And thereAm you stayed Temporarily lost aFt sea The Madonna was yourCs for free Yes the girl on the Ghalf-shell Would keep you unharmed Am
Now I seGe you standing with leaves falling around An' snow in your hairF Now you're smiliGng out the window Of that hotel over Washington SquaFre Our breaAmth comes out white clouds Mingles and hangs in theG air Speaking strAmictly for me We both could have died then and there G7
Now you'rAme telling me You're not nostalgFic Then give me anotherC word for it You were always so gGood with words And at keeping things vague Am
'Cause I Amneed some of that vagueness now It's all coming back too clearly F Oh, loved you dearlyC And if you're offering me diamGonds and rust I've alreadAmy paid...