Bryan Lanning - Idaho Lyrics

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Idaho

Idaho Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Idaho By Bryan Lanning?
Blue skies not clouds tower over us,
Faces whipped with summer air, A small town held us in but it held us, Together hands held tight we didn't care, Looking back now I realized we were on top of the world, Running wild and dirty we were Kings and queens of Idaho (whoa, whoa) We have no where else to go (whoa, whoa) This life is all we know (whoa, whoa) Kings and queens of Idaho (whoa, whoa) Bow to the royals Bow to the royals Bow to the royals That defense with lights and sirens around us, Faces filled with adrenaline, Bodies close under a blanket of stars, We hid from the wolves that held us in, Looking back now I realized we were on top of the world, Running wild and dirty we were Kings and queens of Idaho (whoa, whoa) We have no where else to go (whoa, whoa) This life is all we know (whoa, whoa) Kings and queens of Idaho (whoa, whoa) Bow to the royals, Bow to the royals This small town held us in, But it held us, Together We run far from our sins, And we landed Together Bow to the royals Bow to the royals Bow to the royals This small town held us in, (bow to the royals) But it held us, Together! Kings and queens of Idaho (whoa, whoa) We have no where else to go (whoa, whoa) This life is all we know (whoa, whoa) Kings and queens of Idaho (whoa, whoa) Bow to the royals Bow to the royals Bow to the royals |
Who Wrote Idaho By Bryan Lanning?
Bryan Lanning, Daniel Mathew Martin
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