| When I was a girl in Colorado
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| Rivers danced on canyon walls
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| Paintbrush nodded in the springtime
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| I could hear the bluebirds' calls
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| When I was a girl in Colorado
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| Winter held me in its arms
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| Summers rocked me like a lover
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| I could never come to harm
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| When I was a girl in Colorado
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| I could conquer anything
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| I could fly with wings of silver
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| I could whisper, I could sing
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| Will you take me to the mountains
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| Before another summer ends
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| We can catch the outbound zephyr
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| We can travel like the wind
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| When I moved out to the desert
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| Forty years to lose my soul
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| Somewhere back there in her rivers
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| Colorado made me whole
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| When I go back to the mountains
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| I always find a windy hill
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| Watch the sunset over Long’s Peak
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| Ski those slopes and feel the thrill
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| Will you take me to the mountains
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| Before another summer ends
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| We can catch the outbound zephyr
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| We can travel like the wind
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| When I was a girl in Colorado
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| I knew enough to fall in love
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| Like the bluebirds in the pine trees
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| Like the snowfall from above
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| Will you take me to the mountains
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| Before another summer ends
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| We can catch the outbound zephyr
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| We can travel like the wind
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| Like the wind
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| Like the wind
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| Like the wind |