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Indian summer |
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Fresh mown grass |
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Girls in the attic |
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looking on them |
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Indian summer |
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call me back |
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Someone tell me there is another way |
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Is it loud |
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Is it autumn that you're talking about |
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Is it why |
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Is it lost on what I'm talking about |
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Is it just that you can't find a way out |
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Find another way |
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teach me how to pray |
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Indian Summer |
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Through the year |
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On the medicine wheel |
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Call me back |
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Trap me in between |
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somewhere west |
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somewhere south |
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it seems these days |
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anything west gets the blade |
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gets wasted |
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Is it right |
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Is it real what you're talking about |
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Everything that I feel |
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you're talking about |
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Sometimes I don't know what I'm hearing now |
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Is there another way |
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There is another way |
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another way to pray |
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Here, here, here, here |
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Girls take your hands like you pray |
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over the ground |
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then back on your body |
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Girls take your hands like you pray |
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through the blades of grass |
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gently, gently, gently |
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There is another way |
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yes, another way |
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another way to pray |
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Indian summer |
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Fresh mown grass |
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Can you Mr Bush |
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light the sage |
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Can you, anyone that's listening |
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find a way |
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It is clear, it is clear |
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that we need another way |
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another way to pray |
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Do you feel |
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Do you feel now |
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what I'm talking about |
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everywhere that I look |
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I know no one's coming out |
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out of it |
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what it is |
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and what they're feeling now |
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There is another way |
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another way to pray |
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