d e s p e r a d o   -   t h e   e a g l e s desperado, why don't you come to your senses? you've been out ridin' fences for so long, now oh, you're a hard one, but I know you've got your reasons but these things that are pleasin' you will hurt you somehow don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy she'll beat you if she's able you know the queen of hearts 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 you can't get. . . desperado, no you ain't getting no younger your pain and your hunger, they're driving you home and freedom, oh freedom, that's just some people talkin' your prison is walking on this world all alone don't your feet get cold in the wintertime the sky won't snow and the sun won't shine it's hard to tell the nighttime from the day you're losing 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 raining, but there's a rainbow above you you better let somebody love you before it's too late
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		Act V. THE TRUTH. (Love is hard work. And, sometimes, hard work can really hurt.) Love is a game. If they didn't tell you before, we will tell you now. Love is a game and if you play you either win, lose, or get ejected before the game is over. There are no ties. Maybe you'll lose and learn some great, meaningful answer from it all (like if it looks to good to be true, it is). It's easy to love something when you don't have to work at it. It's harder when it asks something of you. You just might be afraid to give. Give it anyway. The heart is the most resilient muscle. It is also the stupidest. So if this love you've found is good to you, hold it, keep it, shout about it. If it isn't, then maybe you should just become very good friends.