You say you want diamonds on a ring of gold
You say you want your story to remain untold
And all the promises we made
From the cradle to the grave
You say you'll give me a highway with no one on it
A treasure just to look upon it
All the riches in the night
You say you'll give me eyes in a world of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
And all the promises we made
From the cradle to the grave
You say you want your love to work out right
To last with me through the night
You say you want diamonds on a ring of gold
Your story to remain untold
Your love not to grow cold
And all the promises we made
From the cradle to the grave
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