| Sittin' on a pocket full of hard earned wages
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| Lookin' at the world through magazine pages
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| I heard a lot about the mountains and the Colorado range
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| Made this stop for personal reasons
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| Didn’t know I’d catch the changin' of the seasons
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| Winter dictates everything from frost to naked trees
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| I’m about a mile high in Denver
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| Where the rock meets timberline
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| I’ve walked this ground from town to town
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| Just to finally call it mine
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| Lookin' for the cloud with a styrofoam lining
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| Hopin' that the sun will keep on shinin'
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| Leading me to distant peace that waits so patiently
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| Need a little love to try some givin'
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| Try a little love and then start livin'
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| Things I feared so long ago
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| When everything was wrong
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| I’m about a mile high in Denver
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| Where the rock meets timberline
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| I’ve walked this ground from town to town
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| Tonight I’ll call it mine
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| Tonight I’ll call it mine
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| Sittin' on a pocket full of hard earned wages
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| Lookin' at the world through magazine pages
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| I heard a lot about the mountains and the Colorado range
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| Need a little time to try some livin'
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| Try a little love and then start givin'
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| Things I feared so long ago
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| When everything was wrong
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| I’m about a mile high in Denver
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| Where the rock meets timberline
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| Where God and trees create the breeze
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| Tonight I’ll call it mine
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| Tonight I’ll call it mine
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| Tonight I’ll call it mine
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| Tonight I’ll call it mine
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| Tonight I’ll call it mine |