| Breakfast in cemetery
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| Boy tasting wild cherry
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| Touch girl, apple blossom
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| Just a boy playing possum
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| We’ll come back for Indian summer
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| We’ll come back for Indian summer
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| We’ll come back for Indian summer
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| And go our separate ways
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| What is that cheerful sound?
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| Rain falling on the ground
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| We’ll wear a jolly crown
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| Buckle up, we’re wayward bound
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| We’ll come back for Indian summer
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| We’ll come back for Indian summer
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| We’ll come back for Indian summer
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| And go our separate ways
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| I touch your hem you say
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| Let’s stroll down Martin Way
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| Pick plums, abandoned farm
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| Who let norms come to harm?
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| We’ll come back for Indian summer
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| We’ll come back for Indian summer
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| We’ll come back for Indian summer
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| And go our separate ways
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| Cover me with rain
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| Walk me down the lane
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| I’ll drink from your drain
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| We will never change
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| No matter what they say
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| We’ll come back for Indian summer
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| We’ll come back for Indian summer
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| We’ll come back for Indian summer
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| And go our separate ways
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| Motorbike to cemetery
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| Picnic on wild berries
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| French toast with molasses
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| Croquet and baked alaskas
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| We’ll come back for Indian summer
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| We’ll come back for Indian summer
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| We’ll come back for Indian summer
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| Cover me with rain |