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Indian summer, how much more can I
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 from I was young
Backpacks, bonfires, in the sun
Crickets and kisses the moon
Sneaking to my bedroom

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

And the green grass to sand
The sky filled a haze
We thought we freedom
But what we got were dog days
And our lonely hearts are
Sipping a stranger's salty
for a body
We'll anything we can get

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

But his hands are sandpaper
His are dark and dull
Months of dehydration really taken their toll
And our tangled torsos
As we're out and in
He before the traffic
And I'm burning up

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

And I'm forever
About the air that hangs
Waftin' my apartment
I cool down

Indian summer, how much can I take?
Just for...
The heat to