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Desperado, why don't you come to your senses |
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You've been out ridin' fences, |
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for so long - now. |
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Ohh you're a hard one. |
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I know that you've got your reasons. |
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These things that are pleasin'you |
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Can hurt you somehow. |
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Don't you draw the queen of diamonds boy |
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She'll beat you if she's able. |
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You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet. |
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Now it seems to me, some fine things |
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Have been laid upon your table. |
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But you only want the ones |
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That you can't get. |
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Desperado, |
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Ohhhh you aint getting no younger. |
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Your pain and your hunger, |
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They're driving you home. |
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And freedom, ohh freedom. |
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Well that's just some people talking. |
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Your prison is walking through this world all alone. |
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Don't your feet get cold in the winter time? |
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The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine. |
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It's hard to tell the night time from the day. |
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And you're losing all your highs and lows |
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aint it funny how the feeling goes |
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away... |
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Desperado, |
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Why don't you come to your senses? |
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come down from your fences, open the gate. |
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It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you. |
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You better let somebody love you. |
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(let sombody love you) |
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You better let somebody love you...ohhh..hooo |
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before it's too..oooo.. late. |