Mouthful Of Diamonds

Wake up
You're gettin' high on your own supply
You've got a mouthful of diamonds
And a pocketful of secrets
I know you're never telling anyone
Because the patterns they control your mind
Those patterns take away my time
Hello, goodbye

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