Yea, in a land not far away
All the people there were building
Farming, spawning, living life in perfect harmony
Oh, but there was a boy who knows
How to dig those diamonds
Were to find them how to mine them
Take them from the ground in droves
Now, that the diamonds are all gone
All the people there are living poor
There is no more iron armor
Is not strong enough
And the living there's to tuff
All the people packed their bags
And moved away
They got to find a place to rise above
He is the diamond king
He loves all the shiny things
He mines out the diamond ore
Abilities not seen before
Born with a pick in hand
He mines all across the land
The gift of the mighty swing
The boy we call the diamond king
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