Eagles
| Desperado, why don't you come to you senses, |
| You been out riding fences, for so long now, |
| Oh, you're a hard one, I know that you got your reasons, |
| These things that are pleasing you, can hurt you somehow. |
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| Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger, |
| Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home, |
| And freedom, oh freedom, well that's just some people talkin, |
| Your prison is walking through this world all alone. |
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| Desperado, why don't you come to your senses, |
| Come down from your fences, open the gate, |
| It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you, |
| You'd better let somebody love you, |
| You'd better let somebody love you, |
| Before it's too-ooo late. ... |
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