(Don Henley/Stan Lynch)
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From the Arizona desert
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To the Salisbury Plain
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Lights on the horizon
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Patterns on the grain
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Anxious eyes turned upward
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Clutching souvenirs
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Carrying our highest hopes and our darkest fears
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They swear there was an accident back in '47
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Little man with a great big head
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Splattered down from heaven
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Government conspiracy; cover-ups and lies
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Hidden in the desert under endless skies
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Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
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Post, postmodern world
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No time for heroes, no place for good guys
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No room for Rocky The Flying Squirrel
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They're not here, they're not coming
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Not in a million years
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Turn your weary eyes back homeward
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Stop your trembling, dry your tears
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You may see the heavens flashing
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You may hear the cosmos humming
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But I promise you, my brother
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They're not here, they're not coming
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Would they pile into the saucer
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Find Orlando's rat and hug it?
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Go screaming through the universe
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Just to get McNuggets?
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Well, I don't think so, I don't think so
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It's much too dangerous, it's much too strange
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Here in a world that won't give Oprah no home on the range
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Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
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Post, postmodern world
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No authenticity, no sign of soul
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The radio won't play George and Merle
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They're not here, they're not coming
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Not in a million years
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'Til we put away our hatred
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'Til we lay aside our fears
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You may see the heavens flashing
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You may hear the cosmos humming
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But I promise you, my sister
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They're not here, they're not coming
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To this garden we were given
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And always took for granted
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It's like my daddy told me, "You just bloom where you're planted."
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Now you long to be delivered
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From this world of pain and strife
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That's a sorry substitution for a spiritual life
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[Solo]
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Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
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Post, postmodern world
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No place for sentiment, no room for romance
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Bring back the Duke of Earl
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They're not here, they're not coming
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Not in a million years
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Turn your hopes back homeward
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Hold your children, dry their tears
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You may see the heavens flashing
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You may hear the cosmos humming
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But I promise you, my brother
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They're not here, they're not coming
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They're not here, they're not coming
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Not in a million years
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'Til we put away our hatred
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And lay aside our fears
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You may see the heavens flashing
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You may hear the cosmos humming
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But I promise you, my brother
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They're not here, they're not coming
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They're Not Here, They're Not Coming
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| Don Henley |
