Indian Summer - текст песни
Indian Summer
Rain is chucking marble-colours from The skies, i saw it all before, in puddles Made of gasonline, and on a dead trouts Scales-deep blue waters, grey and Green, I`ve been wading through, the feather of a magipe bird, in a glass-eyed Pupped dream...
(Chorus) Indian summer, indian summer, I`m Loosing you, Indian summer, and we Are dancing through
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