Eagles

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How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

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So often times it happens that we live our lives in chains, and we never even know we have the key."(Already Gone)

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Freeways flickering; cell phones chiming a tuneWe're riding to Utopia; road map says we'll be arriving soonCaptains of the old order clinging to the reinsAssuring us these aches inside are only growing painsBut it's a long road out of Eden(...)Behold the bitten apple, the power of the toolsBut all the knowledge in the world is of no use to foolsAnd it's a long road out of Eden