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Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? |
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You been out ridin' fences for so long now. |
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Oh, you're a hard one, |
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but 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 that you can't get. |
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Desperado, |
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ah, you ain't gettin' no younger. |
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Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home. |
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Freedom, oh, freedom. That's just some people talkin' |
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You're a prisioner walking through this world all alone. |
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Don't your feet get cold in the wintertime? |
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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 nighttime from the day. |
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You're losin' all your highs and lows. |
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Ain't it funny how the feeling goes 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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You better let somebody love you |
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before it's too late. |
