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Desperado
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Why don't you come to your senses
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Ben 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 best bet
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But it seems to me some fine things have been laid upon your table
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But you only want the ones you can't get
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Desperado
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Oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
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Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
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And freedom, oh freedom, well that's just some people talkin'
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Your prison is walkin' through this world all alone
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Don't your feet get cold in the wintertime
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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 nighttime from the day
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And you're losin' all your highs and lows
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Ain't it funny how the feelin' goes away
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Desperado
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Why don't you come to your senses
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Come down from those 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, let somebody love you
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You better let somebody love you
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Before it's too late
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Desperado
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| Clint Black |
