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I've never seen a diamond in the flesh I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies
And I'm not proud of my address In the torn up town, no postcode envy
But every soft light, cold teeth, deady goose Trippin' in the back through bloodstains
Walk down stress in the hotel room, we don't care
We're driving catalyzed in our dream But everybody's like crystal, made black