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Dear Reglar Wiglar,

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can 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 that you can't get

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger 

Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home 

And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin' 

Your prison is walking through this world all alone

Don't your feet get cold in the winter time? 

The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine 

It's hard to tell the night time from the day 

You're losin' 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 rainin', but there's a rainbow above you 

You better let somebody love you, before it's too late

Signed,

Concerned

Dear Concerned,

I read you loud and clear, buddy. Thanks for writing!

Office Manager