(Don Henley, Danny Kortchmar, and Stan Lynch)
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I met a Frenchman in a field last night
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He was out there with an easel, painting carnival light
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He said, "I used to paint the princess; I used to paint the frogs
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Now I paint moustaches on dangerous dogs"
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He said, "Sometimes it's a country; sometimes it's a girl
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You know, everybody's got to have a purpose in this world
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You Yankees are so silly about matters of the heart
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Don't you know that women are the only works of art
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You're drivin' with your eyes closed
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You're drivin' with your eyes closed
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You're drivin' with your eyes closed
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You're gonna hit somethin'
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But that's the way it goes"
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Come guys were born to Rimbaud
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Some guys breathe Baudelaire
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Come guys just got to go and put their rockets everywhere
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You can breed 'em by the thousands; you can trick and you can train
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Just look at all those poor dogs that are dragged down by the Seine
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How many arrows must I shoot into the blue?
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Ah, you little maniac, I'm crazy over you
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Before The Death of Lovers and The Punishment of Pride
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Let's go scrape across the terrazzo
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It's just too hot outside
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"You're drivin' with your eyes closed
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You're drivin' with your eyes closed
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You're drivin' with your eyes closed
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You're gonna hit somethin'
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But that's the way it goes
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Talk talk, talk and talk
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Talk talk, sweet talk
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Talk talk, tough talk
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Talk talk, dirty talk
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Talk talk, walk and talk
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Talk talk, big talk
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Talk talk, baby talk
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Kiss kiss kiss
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Talk talk, talk and talk
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Talk talk, smooth talk
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Talk talk, body talk
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Talk talk, back talk
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Talk talk, small talk
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Talk talk, baby talk
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Talk talk, peace talk
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Talk talk, bullshit
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Drivin' With Your Eyes Closed
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Don Henley |