Well, you know that this song's by the Eagles
So it starts at the end of the day
With some thinkin', 'bout a woman, who somehow
Would never put out
So it's time for introspection
(Such a romantic guy)
Melancholy in direction
(Can't even try to try)
But that's not despair you're feelin'
It's really just
The feelin's just
It's really just you're bored
It was guitars and tequila
Now it's CDs and wine
So play me
That sweet bullshit
One more time
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