| I called up my friend LeRoy on the phone
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| I said, «Buddy, I’m afraid to be alone
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| Cause I got some weird ideas in my head
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| About things to do in Denver when you’re dead»
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| I was working on a steak the other day
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| And I saw Waddy in the Rattlesnake Cafe
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| Dressed in black, tossing back a shot of rye
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| Finding things to do in Denver when you die
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| You won’t need a cab to find a priest
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| Maybe you should find a place to stay
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| Some place where they never change the sheets
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| And you just roll around Denver all day
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| LeRoy says there’s something you should know
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| Not everybody has a place to go
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| And home is just a place to hang your head
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| And dream of things to do in Denver when you’re dead
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| You won’t need a cab to find a priest
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| Maybe you should find a place to stay
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| Some place where they never change the sheets
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| And you just roll around Denver all day
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| You just roll around Denver all day |