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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 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, 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, before it's too late |
