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He was born in the summer of his 27th year, |
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Coming home to a place he'd never been before. |
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He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again, |
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You might say he found a key for every door. |
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When he first came to the mountains, |
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His life was far away on the road and hanging by a song. |
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But the strings already broken and he doesn't really care, |
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It keeps changing fast, and it don't last for long. |
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And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, |
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I've seen it raining fire in the sky. |
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The shadows from the starlight are softer than a lullaby. |
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Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. |
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Rocky Mountain high. |
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He climbed cathedral mountains, |
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He saw silver clouds below, |
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He saw everything as far as you can see. |
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And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun, |
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And he lost a friend, but kept the memory. |
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Now he walks in quiet solitude, |
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The forest and the streams, seeking grace in every step he takes. |
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His sight is turned inside himself, to try and understand |
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The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake. |
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And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, |
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I've seen it raining fire in the sky. |
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You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply. |
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Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. |
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Rocky Mountain high. |
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Now his life is full of wonder, |
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But his heart still knows some fear, |
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Of a simple thing he can not comprehend. |
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Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more, |
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More people, more scars upon the land. |
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And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, |
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I've seen it raining fire in the sky. |
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I know he'd be a poor man if he never saw an eagle fly, |
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Rocky Mountain high, the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, |
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I've seen it raining fire in the sky. |
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Friends around the campfire and everybody's high |
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Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. |
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Rocky Mountain high. |
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Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. |
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Rocky Mountain high. |