Desperado - Glen Frey, Don Henley
    Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?

    You been out ridin' fences for so long now
    Oh, you're a hard one
    I know that you got your reasons
    These things that are pleasin' you
    Can hurt you somehow

    Don' you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
    She'll beat you if she's able
    You know the queen of heats is always your best bet

    Now it seems to me, some fine things
    Have been laid upon your table
    But you only want the ones that you can't get

    Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no youger
    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

    Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
    The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
    It's hard to tell the night time from the day
    You're loosin' all your highs and lows
    Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

    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 better let somebody love you, before it's too late
     
      

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