It's the twilight hour
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As the sun goes down
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I see a flatbed Ford with a scrapyard load
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Rattle off through town
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The railroad crossing lights flash on
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There ain't no train in sight
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A crescent moon will soon ascend
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As day gives way to night
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And I feel home
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And I think how far away
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I got from home
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Back in the bad old days
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But I'm done turning diamonds to coal
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Now just before dinner time
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This old drunk comes knocking on my door
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Say he's looking for some girl who lived here
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Twenty-seven years ago
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The radio in the kitchen is playing
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'Papa Was A Rolling Stone'
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And as he strolls away into the night
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And the streetlights flicker on
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I get to thinking about home
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And how sometimes there come a day
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When I try to get back home
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But all you can do is run away
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But I'm done turning diamonds to coal
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In love we find out who we are
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In sorrow we abide
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Our strength's revealed by what we build
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From the broken things inside
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But a day will come when you will know
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Which way you must choose to go
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To travel on and live alone
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Or turn yourself around and try to get back home
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Try to get back home
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And now way up high two jet planes
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Weave spider webs across the sky
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As that flatbed Ford has dropped his load
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Now there he goes swinging by
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And the silence gathering 'round this house
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Makes such a lovely sound
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That I know for sure that I am cured
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From turning diamonds, from turning diamonds to coal
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'Cause I feel home and I'm done turning diamonds to coal
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Yes, I'm done turning diamonds to coal
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Yes, I'm done turning diamonds to coal
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Yes, I'm done turning diamonds to coal
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Yes, I'm done turning diamonds to coal
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Diamonds To Coal
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Jim White |