Too Many Hands - Don Felder, Randy Meisner
    She's one of a kind

    Sometimes hard to find
    Like a rainbow
    Well, she's lost all her glory
    And could tell you some stories
    That we all should know

    And there's too many hands
    Being laid on her
    Too many eyes will never see
    That it's dragging her down
    But you won't hear a sound as
    She turns 'round

    Her beauty all aflight
    It always seems to turn the tide
    At midnight

    And for her there is no rest
    We are doing what is best
    For our future

    One of these days she may not
    Be so good to you

    One of these days she might
    Shake you to the ground
    But her fire is still
    And her heart is still yearning
    To be found 


    Marco Giunco
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