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

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

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

And the green turned to sand
The sky filled with a
We thought we wanted
But what we got these dog days
And our hearts are lazy
Sipping a stranger's salty
Begging for a
take anything we can get

Labor Day weekend, 90
A bottle of between my knees
A smoke, a sigh, a sideways
He's not the type to ask me to
Not the type to hold my
But he once played in some band
An empty pool, we both take a
We leave that party for a

But his hands are like
His eyes are and dull
Months of dehydration have really taken toll
And our tangled tighten
As movin' out and in
He before the traffic
And I'm burning up

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

And I'm frustrated
About the air hangs around
around my apartment
I can't cool

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