| I was taken by surprise by the thunder
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| Sit and stared out at the rain
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| Taken back, I was younger
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| In a vacant lot day
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| And the fall brought an Indian summer
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| And plenty of places to play
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| I can still hear 'em calling (far away)
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| I can hear thunder (far away)
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| Well, the summers are hot and the winters get cold
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| Not a lot smarter, but another year old
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| Sometimes I’m still at the fishing hole
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| And you never needed bait where we used to go
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| Just a safety pin hook on a bamboo pole
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| Take the big ones home; |
| let the little ones go (far away)
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| I can hear thunder
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| Walking down the alley
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| (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| (Ooh, ooh)
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| And it’s not as easy as it used to be
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| Finding time to let my mind wander
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| I can still hear 'em calling
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| Indian summer
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| (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) |