| Nobody move, nobody breathe
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| No one gets hurt but me
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| Put the goods in the bag, lay it down easy
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| Colorado
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| The horses want to run up Fifth Avenue, yeah
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| And I’d run too but I’m wearing these high heeled shoes
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| Someone trip the alarm, sirens come screaming
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| Colorado, Colorado
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| Everyone put their hands on their head
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| And their eyes on the ground
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| No matter what you hear
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| Don’t turn around
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| Likely to get messy
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| And it’s likely to get loud, to get loud, to get loud
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| And I’d prefer to spare everyone but me the sight
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| Of it all falling down
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| Cat’s in the bag, so lay it down easy
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| Colorado, Colorado
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| Never knew how I felt till I felt that gun in my hands
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| Never knew the sound of my voice till I heard it with that gun in my hand
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| I’m going out those front doors like butch and sun-dance
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| Gunning straight down the middle with the sun in my eyes
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| Wanting for nothing but one bold moment in a fearless life
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| Today is a may day
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| With a fair wind blowing
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| Today no more may days
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| It’s a good day to die
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| What else could I do?
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| You see how it goes |
| You’re left with no front door
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| And a back door that’s closed
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| So when they ask
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| My name is Colorado, Colorado
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| Is Colorado, is Colorado |