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Indian summer, how much more can I
I'm begging for the heat to
My throat is parched, my is red
Fan blowin' on my face in a bed

Fall is a daydream from when I was
Backpacks, bonfires, in the sun
Crickets and kisses beneath the
Sneaking upstairs to my

If I could back just one thing
I'd to the last day of spring
You my hand and squeezed it hard
We walked until the got dark
me some new book to read
Sayin' I hope you find you need
And just that we're the broken-hearted
like that my fever started

And the green grass turned to
The sky filled a haze
We thought we freedom
But we got were these dog days
And our lonely are lazy
Sipping a salty kiss
for a body
We'll take we can get

Day weekend, 90 degrees
A bottle of beer my knees
A smoke, a sigh, a sideways
He's not the type to ask me to
Not the to hold my hand
But he once played in famous band
An pool, we both take a dive
We leave party for a drive

But his hands are sandpaper
His eyes are and dull
of dehydration have really taken their toll
And our torsos tighten
As we're out and in
He leaves the traffic
And I'm up again

And I'm angry when he me
I love, love me not
to my temples
I'm so hot

And I'm forever
the air that hangs around
Waftin' around my
I can't down

Indian summer, how more can I take?
waiting for...
The heat to