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Desperado, why dont you come to your senses? |
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You been out ridin fences for so long now |
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Oh, youre a hard one |
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But I know that you got your reasons |
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These things that are pleasin you |
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Can hurt you some how |
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Dont you draw the queen of diamonds, boy |
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Shell beat you if shes 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 cant get |
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Desperado oh, you aint gettin no younger |
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Your pain and your hunger, |
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theyre drivin you home |
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And freedom, oh freedom. |
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Well, thats just some people talkin |
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Your prison is walking through this world all alone |
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Dont your feel get cold in the winter time? |
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The sky wont snow and the sun wont shine |
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Its hard to tell the night time from the day |
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Your losin all your highs and lows |
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Aint it funny how the feeling goes away? |
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Desperado, why dont 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 theres 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 its too late |
