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

Fall is a daydream when I was young
Backpacks, bonfires, in the sun
and kisses beneath the moon
Sneaking to my bedroom

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

And the green grass to sand
The sky with a haze
We thought we wanted
But we got were these dog days
And our hearts are lazy
Sipping a salty kiss
for a body
We'll anything we can get

Labor Day weekend, 90
A bottle of beer between my
A smoke, a sigh, a glance
He's not the type to ask me to
Not the type to my hand
But he once played in some band
An empty pool, we both a dive
We leave that for a drive

But his are like sandpaper
His eyes are and dull
Months of dehydration really taken their toll
And our torsos tighten
As movin' out and in
He before the traffic
And I'm up again

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

And I'm forever
About the air that around
Waftin' my apartment
I can't cool

Indian summer, how more can I take?
Just for...
The to break