| I was holed up out in Denver in the snow
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| Some sense of adventure left but nowhere else to go
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| On an endless highway
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| Howlin' in my room
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| Howlin' in my ear
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| Howlin' in my soul
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| I stayed up all night to watch a new sunrise
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| Lit up the Rocky Mountains, and I realized
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| You never really leave home
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| You can run
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| But you never lose the world that you are from
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| Over the border we must cross
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| Over the walls and damn the cost
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| Over the border for our sins
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| With the spirit of the people who light a fire in the wind
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| Crossed the backbone of the continent
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| Down to the ocean’s moan
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| Gave myself up to its healing
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| Felt like I had always known
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| You can run
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| But you never lose the world that you are from
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| Over the border we must cross
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| Over the walls and damn the cost
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| Over the border for our sins
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| With the spirit of the people who light a fire in the wind
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| You can run
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| But you never lose the world that you are from
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| Over the border we must cross
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| Over the walls and damn the cost
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| Over the border for our sins
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| With the spirit of the people who light a fire in the wind
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| You can run
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| But you never lose the world that you are from
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| Find the ridge that we could cross
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| Find the love that we had lost
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| Count the lives and clean the cause
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| With the spirit of the people who light a fire in the wind |