.Idaho is cold,
cold in December.
And I lost my head,
lost it in November.
remember that gray room,
full of music,
where you'd sit with me, ooo
and we'd talk quietly.
cuz I havent forgotten what this string around my wrist means,
I havent forgotten the way you laugh.
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