| The Colorado Kid is moving at the speed of light
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| Fast as fate he fades into the darkest heart of night
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| And everything that went before is soon enough behind him
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| Except the visions in his head that serve only to remind him
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| Of other days and other nights and other arms that held him
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| Of longing looks and loving sighs and other lies she’d tell him
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| La la la la la la
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| Was it love or was it pure obsession
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| Come on, Kid, make your confession
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| Then you can make your getaway
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| Tell it straight or you’ll wind up in a tangle
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| Are those the lights of Durango
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| Or just the light of another day
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| The Colorado Kid is moving at the speed of death
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| Slow and hard and painful as the laboring of his breath
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| Alamosa, Purgatory, up to Colorado Springs
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| Higher always higher til the blood inside him sings
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| Of other rooms and cheap perfume and the sweet smell of her sweat
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| Of all the nights that went before he knows he can’t forget
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| La la la la la
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| Was it love or was it pure obsession
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| Come on, Kid, make your confession
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| Then you can make your getaway
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| Tell it straight or you’ll wind up in a tangle
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| Are those the lights of Durango
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| Or just the light of another day |