(Don Henley/Stan Lynch/John Corey)
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I woke up this morning with an attitude
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Looked at the headline,
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Put me in a real bad mood
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Sitting here in limbo
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Trying to stay sane
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Between the end of the summer
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And the coming of the blessed rains
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And I feel dirty, all the way down
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I feel dirty, baby, like this pretty town
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I gave you everything on a silver tray
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Could have been a fool for ever,
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But I'm not made that way
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And after all these years,
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I figure it's time to say goodbye
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I'm doing you a favor,
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I will not help you live a lie
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And believe me
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If you think I'm gonna catch you when you fall
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You don't know me,
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You don't know me at all
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I closed up the curtains
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Learned to confess
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Baby, I knew better
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But you were such a pretty mess
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You took my breath away
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And now I want it back
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Ah, you should've killed me,
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You always looked so good in black
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And after all these twisted roads
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That we've been down together
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I think it's time to say goodbye
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And believe me
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If you think I'm gonna get down and
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Crawl
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You don't know me,
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You don' t know me at all
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Ohh, ohh
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And after all these years,
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I figure it's time to say goodbye
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I'm doing us a favor baby
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You know I cannot live a lie
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And when you need me
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And you think I'm gonna
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Be there when you call
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You don't know me
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You don't know me at all
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You don't know me at all
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Not at all
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You don't know me at all
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You don't know me at all...
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You Don't Know Me At All
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| Don Henley |
