| Back in Colorado, baby
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| Seventeen years, we were childish playing
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| We had time to make good nights
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| We push back all our problems daily
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| Polaroid shots in the mountains, baby
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| We had time to make good nights
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| And we were high
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| We had radio love
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| We said we’d never ever, ever let it go, no
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| In our mirage
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| We were perfect as fuck
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| Making dreams about our lives up in the stars
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| Yeah yeah babe
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| Yeah yeah babe
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| And don’t you ever go, don’t you ever go, darling
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| 'Cause you’re all that I know, you’re all that I know
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| Why did you change your mind and end the night?
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| And now I’m on my own, now I’m on my own
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| Maybe I’ll call you on the phone, call you on the phone
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| Or maybe I just won’t call 'cause I’m alright
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| Yeah yeah babe
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| Someday I’ll be patient, baby
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| Maybe our minds wouldn’t be that hazy
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| We’d have time to make good nights
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| Look back through our rearview mirror
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| Saturday lights couldn’t get much clearer
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| We’d have time to make good nights
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| And we were high
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| We had radio love
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| Said we never ever, ever let it go, no
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| In our mirage
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| We were perfect as fuck
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| Faking dreams about our lives up in the stars
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| Yeah yeah babe
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| Yeah yeah babe
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| And don’t you ever go, don’t you ever go, darling
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| 'Cause you’re all that I know, you’re all that I know
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| Why did you change your mind and end the night?
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| And now I’m on my own, now I’m on my own
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| Maybe I’ll call you on the phone, call you on the phone
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| Or maybe I just won’t call 'cause I’m alright
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| Oh, I feel the days
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| I feel the nights in every way
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| You break me down
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| Your perfect lines, they fall easy
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| Oh, I feel the days
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| I feel the nights in every way
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| But maybe our good nights have faded fast |