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I’m drinking whiskey In the cold Kiss me and perhaps I may grow old Until then I’m drinking Whiskey in the cold Perhaps I will never know you Well I guess We were granted The benefit Of becoming acquainted Enduring the shadows That mirror Our pictures painted An expedition One for all Yet we remain tainted How far shall we go To resume these precious Elements of snow My ode to Colorado I miss you And you aren’t gone I miss you And I’m the one Who left home So I miss you Yet here I am Drinking whiskey In the cold Do you miss me Perhaps, together We’ll grow old Don’t leave me here Drinking whiskey In the cold