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Walking down the streets at night

In downtown Denver

How long ago that he walked out

I just can’t remember

Wind bites right through me

Like whips made out of ice

Wish that he’d come hold me

God, it’d be so nice

So I’ll go back to my empty place

And get a little high

Think about how it once was

And have myself a cry

Wish that he’d come hold me

God, it’d be so nice

Living here in downtown Denver

And now I’m paying the price

Well, I think it was the springtime

That he went away

I begged, pleaded, got down on my knees

But there was nothing I could say

Wish that he’d come hold me

God, it’d be so nice

Living here in downtown Denver

and now I’m paying the price

So I’ll go back to my empty place

And I’ll get a little high

Think about how it once was

And have myself a cry

Wish that he’d come hold me

God, it’d be so nice

Living here in downtown Denver

And now I’m paying the price