Diamond

from by Keith Paine

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She said “Listen...I understand
All the things make you feel like a man”
So many shoes they fill up her room
But Diamond, she’s not home

Red wigs, straps and jelly cream
All the tools of a young blood’s dream
The bed is soft at edge of her loft
But Diamond, she’s not home

She’s not home, She’s not home
Her eyes are cold
She says “I’ll give you it all,
whatever you want”
But she’s not home

All these pictures they drift on her wall
Boys she’s known and girls she might call
Oh the wasted nights and the Bushwick lights
But Diamond, she’s not home

She’s not home, She’s not home
Her eyes are cold
She says “I’ll give you it all,
whatever you want”
But she’s not home



“There’s words you can’t express
Stars you’ll never see
Cause I’m your mystery”
No no no she’s not home

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from Speakeasy, released April 1, 2011

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