| Oh, the night time comes on slow in Colorado
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| Mountains of blue and green
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| The stars like to whisper little things
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| And the moon always sings a song to me
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| Saying, Boy, when you look at the horizon
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| Won’t you tell me what it is you see
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| Do you have to make up something from nothing
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| Or is it just the way you knew to be
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| Singing «Boy, you’re gonna break her heart
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| «If not now, then some time along the way
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| «Well, there might be a palace in this fairy tale, you know
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| «But boy, you’re gonna break her heart
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| «Oh boy, you’re gonna break her heart»
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| I told the moon he lived so far away and lonesome
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| To you, the earth is just a spinning ball of clay
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| Where the sky falls, the land is ever-changing
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| From the mountains to the foothills and the plains
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| And the morning sky is rich and filled with color
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| The sun comes up to even out the day
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| And when he goes down that tapestry’s painted
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| He’s sure to go as quickly as he came
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| And I know I’m gonna break her heart
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| «If not now, then some time along the way
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| «Well, there might be a palace in this fairy tale, I know |
| «But I know I’m gonna break her heart
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| «Oh I know I’m gonna break her heart
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| «Oh and the evening sky, won’t you tell me why
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| «I'm going away so I know
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| «Come the early morning hours
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| «I'll be miles and miles away from my home
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| «Oh I know I’m gonna break her heart
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| «I'm gonna break her heart
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| «I'm gonna break her heart» |