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Idaho
It’s already April now
And there’s still snow in the mountains
I thought about driving down
Just to see you
But look at the mess we’re in
I sleep reaching for your skin
Is my company just a sin? Cuz
I’d go to hell for you
And I don’t know
Where this will go
If we could take the roads
back to
Idaho
And after all these years;
My pain turns to souvenirs
And damn it I just want to
Reach the end
You’ve got so much on the mind
So I’ll leave my heart on the line
You say we’ve got all the time
And I’m scared
Cuz I don’t know
Where this will go
Wish
we
could take
the roads
Back to
Idaho
And there’s still snow in the mountains
I thought about driving down
Just to see you
But look at the mess we’re in
I sleep reaching for your skin
Is my company just a sin? Cuz
I’d go to hell for you
And I don’t know
Where this will go
If we could take the roads
back to
Idaho
And after all these years;
My pain turns to souvenirs
And damn it I just want to
Reach the end
You’ve got so much on the mind
So I’ll leave my heart on the line
You say we’ve got all the time
And I’m scared
Cuz I don’t know
Where this will go
Wish
we
could take
the roads
Back to
Idaho
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