She's one of a kind
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Sometimes hard to find
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Like a rainbow
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Well, she's lost all her glory
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And could tell you some stories
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That we all should know
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And there's too many hands
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Being laid on her
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Too many eyes will never see
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That it's dragging her down
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But you won't hear a sound as
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She turns 'round
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Her beauty all aflight
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It always seems to turn the tide
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At midnight
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And for her there is no rest
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We are doing what is best
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For our future
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One of these days she may not
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Be so good to you
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One of these days she might
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Shake you to the ground
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But her fire is still
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Burning
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And her heart is still yearning
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To be found
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Too Many Hands
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The Eagles |