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| He was born | |
| of his twenty | |
| coming home to a place he'd | |
| He left | |
| you might say | |
| you might say he | |
| When he first | |
| his life was | |
| on the road and | |
| but the string's | |
| and he doesn't | |
| it keeps changing fast and | |
| But the Colorado | |
| I've seen it | |
| the shadow from the starlight is | |
| Rocky | |
| He climbed cathedral mountains | |
| he saw everything | |
| and they say | |
| and he tried to | |
| and he lost | |
| but kept | |
| Now he walks in quiet solitude | |
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| seeking grace in | |
| his sight has | |
| to try and understand | |
| of a clear | |
| And the | |
| I've seen it | |
| you can talk to God and | |
| Rocky | |
| Now his life is | |
| but his heart still | |
| of a simple thing | |
| why they try to | |
| to bring in | |
| more people | |
| And the Colorado | |
| I've seen | |
| I know he'd be | |
| if he never | |
| Rocky | |
| Colorado | |
| I've seen it | |
| Friends around the campfire | |
| Rocky | |
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