(Drew Womack)
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Colorado's just to cold
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You see I'm a gulf coast boy by heart
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It's in my blood
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Where I left my soul
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The pain all started way back when
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I lost faith in us again
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Pulled up my roots
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And replanted them in paradise
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Where my life has gone to hell
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Life was fine, back home, back then
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And I could blame it on the state I'm in
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Colorado's just to perfect
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To be this hell I've run to
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To get away from you
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These white-capped mountains and deep blue skies
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I can't admire through these shallow brown eyes
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It can't be done
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Without you life ain't no fun
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Precious gifts I take for granted
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I started with you now this place I'm planted is bringing me down
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Girl, I'm all peaked out in paradise
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Where my life has gone to hell
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Life was fine, back home, back then
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So I blame it on the state I'm in
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Colorado's just too perfect
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To be this hell I've run to
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To get away from you
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Life was fine, back home, back then
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And I could blame it on the state I'm in
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Colorado's just to perfect
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To be this hell I've run to
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To get away from you
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Colorado
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| Sons Of The Desert |
