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rsion with Recorded Solo £ Chris Whitley - Indian Summer The summer is lost now, the fro
osing in To the cold Gospel dollar, the poor man walks in sin I can't get no entrance, the doors all in rows I p
the distance, let me out of these heavy clothes Indian summer, I need some return It's so hard to get
It's so easy to get burned Do
e pavement, the laws are learned It's so hard to get warm where It's so easy to get burned When sister call