| Colorado I need healing
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| From this sorrow I’ve been feeling
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| Give me old souls with healing hands
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| The misunderstood, surely they will understand
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| It takes a goddess touch to touch a godless man
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| And get him back to believing
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| Give me a small-town mayor who should be dead
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| But, he trades in old guitars and art instead
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| Well, he brought the fish and I brought the bread
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| And he says, miracles still happen
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| Colorado, I need healing
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| From this sorrow I’ve been feeling
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| Coyote walks through the light of day
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| He hides behind a rock like he had plans to stay
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| And I never did know just what he meant to say
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| But I can tell you, I was listening
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| And there was Pedro with his cigarette sleeves
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| Full of Friday pay and rattlesnake dreams
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| He shared his Marlboros and I shared my cheese
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| His steady eyes were glistening
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| And I heard an uplifting sound in a downtown park
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| Playing his own tunes on an Irish harp
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| And he played with just one hand as the August sky grew dark
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| The other hand was for a lover
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| Colorado, I need healing
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| From this sorrow I’ve been feeling
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| I need your ancient winds to dry these tears
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| I need your silver lakes to be my mirrors
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| I closed my eyes and met this song
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| And the whole damn state of Colorado sang along
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| And I knew right then that somewhere I belonged
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| But hey, I know I was only dreaming
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| So I’m gonna take what little’s left of me
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| Strap me in a plane eastbound for Tennossee
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| Cause a man can only take so much being free
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| And then he starts to charging
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| Colorado, I need healing
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| From this sorrow I’ve been feeling
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| I need Chautauqua wind to dry these tears
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| I need your silver lakes to be my mirrors
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| So that I might see the fool I’ve been
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| And maybe I can then begin again
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| Colorado, Colorado |