Žodžiai dainai: Eagles. Too Many Hands.

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She's one of a kind,
Sometimes hard to find
Like a rainbow.
Well, she's lost all her glory,
And could tell you some stories that we all need to know.

And there's too many hands bein' laid on her.
Too many eyes will never see
That it's dragging her down,
But you won't hear a sound as she turns 'round.

A beauty on a flight
That always seems to turn the tide at midnight.
And for her there is no rest,
We are doing what is best
For our futures.

One of these days, she may not be so good to you.
One of these days, she night shake you to the ground.
But her fire is still burning,
And her heart is still yearning to be found.

(Guitar Solo)

Too many hands bein' laid on her
Too many eyes will never see,
That it's dragging her down,
Still you won't hear a sound 'till she turns 'round.

Too many hands
Too many hands