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He was born in the summer of his twenty-seventh year |
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Coming home to a place he'd never been before |
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Left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again |
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Might say he found a key for ev'ry door |
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When he first came to the mountains his life was far away |
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On the road and hangin' by a song |
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But the string's already broken and he doesn't really care |
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Keeps changin' fast, it don't last for long |
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Colorado Rocky Mountain high |
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I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky |
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The shadow from the starlight |
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Is softer than a lullaby |
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Rocky Mountain high |
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Rocky Mountain high |
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He climbed cathedral mountains |
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Saw silver clouds below |
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Saw everything as far as you can see |
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And they say that he got crazy once |
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And he tried to touch the sun |
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And he lost a friend but kept his memory |
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Now, he walks in quiet solitude |
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The forests and the streams |
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Seeking grace in every step he takes |
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His sight has turned inside |
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Himself to try and understand |
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The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake |
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The Colorado Rocky Mountain high |
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I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky |
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You talk to God, listen to the casual reply |
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Rocky Mountain high |
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Rocky Mountain high |
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Now his life is full of wonder |
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But his heart still knows some fear |
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Of a simple thing he cannot comprehend |
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Why they try to tear the mountains down |
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To bring in a couple more |
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More people, more scars upon the land |
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And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high |
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I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky |
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He know he'd be a poorer man |
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If he never saw an eagle fly |
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Rocky Mountain high |
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It's the Colorado Rocky Mountain high |
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I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky |
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Friends around the campfire |
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Everybody's high |
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Rocky Mountain high |
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Rocky Mountain high |
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Rocky Mountain high |
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Rocky Mountain high |