| Almost exactly a year ago
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| I came here for the very first time
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| Looking up at the Spanish window
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| From a trail on the edge of the timberline
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| I’ve been off on a journey to find myself
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| Maybe find my way back home
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| Been many an hour all by myself
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| In the darkest of nights
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| I was never ever alone
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| Back in the San Juan Mountains again
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| On a ride with some good old boys
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| Telling stories around a campfire
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| The sound of laughter is the loudest noise
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| There’s something in a night in the wilderness
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| It’s a magical thing to me
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| Like the sky is just a little bit brighter
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| And your life is everything that you’d like it to be
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| There’ll be snow on the passes tomorrow
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| You can feel it in the chill of the wind
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| Let the rain wash away all my sorrow
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| Today is the day that my life starts all over again
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| I guess that it’s just about over now
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| Everything’s about to change
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| Everything’s a brand new number, darlin'
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| Everything’s a brand new game
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| And it’s funny I could even call you that
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| After all the pain we’ve been through
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| Ah, but time is the master of healing
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| Love is the master of everything that we do
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| There’ll be snow on the passes tomorrow
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| You can feel it in the chill of the wind
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| Let the rain wash away all my sorrow
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| Today is the day that my life starts all over again |