| 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
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| 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, oh, you ain’t gettin' no younger
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| Your pain and your hunger, they’re drivin' you
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| Home
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| And freedom, oh freedom well, that’s just some
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| People talkin'
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| Your prison is walking through this world all alone
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| Don’t your feet get cold in the winter time?
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| The sky won’t snow and the sun won’t shine
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| It’s hard to tell the night time from the day
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| You’re losin' all your highs and lows
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| Ain’t it funny how the feeling goes away?
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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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| (let sombody love you)
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| You better let somebody love you
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| Before it’s too late |