That Colorado was so nice, but I'm Minnesota's son
Even when the cold winds blow, in the darkness
And the light
And the young folks search for meaning here, and the old folks know there's none
At your window you can see the world
And it's turning
And it's gone
And the stars at night:
Why do they make you cry?
Don't you think that I am coming home?
Well, it's
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