Colorado was so nice,
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but I'm Minnesota's son.
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Even when the cold winds blow
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in the darkness and the light.
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And the young folks search for meaning here,
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and the old folks know there's none.
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Out your window you can see the world
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Babe it's turning, and it's gone.
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And the stars at night,
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why do they make you cry?
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Don't you think that I'll be coming home?
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Well it's not like Sunny, Monterrey in all the Steinbeck books you read,
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Where the hobos know the secrets and the law turns their head.
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We are as close to paradise even though you might not hear it said,
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And the Methodists all bring a dish to share with the ashes on their head.
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And when the sun's in the sky,
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we'll have a class outside,
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Why do you think that I can be so cold?
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I'm not scared of much here anymore,
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wait, friends, that was a lie.
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'Cause I'm scared to death of losing you,
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to be alone, high and dry.
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And I know you worry,
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about time and money,
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but don't you know those things, they come and go?
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Darkness And The Light
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| Trampled By Turtles |
