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Monday, March 24, 2008
The Queen of Hearts Is Always Your Best Bet
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
Shell 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 cant get
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
Dont your feet get cold
in the winter time?
The sky wont snow
and the sun wont shine
Its hard to tell the night time
from the day
Youre losin' 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 its too late
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