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Nobody move, nobody breathe |
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No one gets hurt but me |
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Put the goods in the bag |
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Lay it down easy |
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Colorado |
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The horses want to run up Fifth Avenue |
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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 |
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Let the sirens come screaming 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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Cause it's likely to get messy |
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And it's likely to get loud |
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And I'd prefer to spare everyone but me |
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The sight of it all falling down |
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Cats in the bag |
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So lay it down easy |
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Colorado |
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Never knew how I felt till I felt that gun in my hands |
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Never know the sound of my voice till I heard it with a pistol in my hands |
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I'm going out those front doors like Butch and Sundance |
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Gunning straight up the middle with the sun in my eyes |
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Wanting for nothing but one bold moment in a fearful life |
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Today is a May day with a fair wind blowing |
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Today no more May days, 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 |
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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 |
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Is |
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Colorado |
