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Chris Whitley - Indian Summer lyrics
Summer is lost now The frost is closing in To the cold gospel goller The poor man walks in sin I cant get no entrance, the doors all in rows I pray into the distance, let me out of these heavy clothes I beg, Indian summer, I need some return So hard to get warm out when its so easy to get a burn Down in the pavment, the laws are learn Its so hard to get warm where, its so easy to get a burn When a sister called up, said how long you broken down? I said there is too much Ice around here, to find now solid ground While I just squeeze a season, from this paper bag I pray to the burning tires, that ???????????? rags oh, Indian summer, I need some return So hard to get warm out when its so easy to get a burn Down in the pavment, the laws are learn Its so hard to get warm where, its so easy to get a burn Now the skies are empty The street is sweating tears Communing at the station For a million grinding years While I'm riding out this century With the harvest engine sing From the church in mercenaries To a naked virgin spring I'm singing, Indian summer, I need some return So hard to get warm out when its so easy to get a burn Down in the pavment, the laws are learn Its so hard to get warm where, its so easy to get a burn |
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