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Gavin Degraw - Indian Summer |
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summer is lost now |
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the frost is closing in |
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to the cold gospel dollar |
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the poor man walks in sin |
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I can't get no entrance |
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the doors all in rows |
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I pray into the distance |
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let me outta these heavy clothes |
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I beg |
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Indian summer I need some return |
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so hard to get warm where |
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and so easy to get burned |
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down on the pavement the laws are learned |
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it's so hard to get warm where |
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it's so easy to get burned |
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when a sister called up |
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and said that love had broken down |
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I said there's too much ice around here |
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to find no solid ground |
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well I just squeezed a season |
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from this paper bag |
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I pray to the burning tires |
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wrap my feet in rags |
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singging |
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Indian summer I need some return |
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it's so hard to get warm now |
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and so easy to get burned |
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down on the pavement the laws are learned |
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it's so hard to get warm where |
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it's so easy to get burned |
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now the skies are empty |
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the street is sweating tears |
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communion at the station |
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for a million grinding gears |
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well I'm riding out this century |
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the harvest engines sing |
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from the church of mercenaries |
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to a naked virgin spring |
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I'm singing |
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Indian summer I need some return |
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it's so hard to get warm where |
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and so easy to get burned |
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down on the pavement the laws are learned |
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it's so hard to get warm where |
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it's so easy to get burned |
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so hard to get warm where |
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it's so easy to get burned |
