Rain is falling
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My face is burning
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Time to worship the sun
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Standing still but
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My wheels are turning
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Time to polish my gun
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Walk the mile
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For my native brother
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Carving names on the wall
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Temperment of my canine calling
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Can't find right from wrong
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And winter starts to fall
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Against the canyon walls
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Dance to the rain and sunshine
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Sang to the beat of my brother
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Danced through the rain and sunshine
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It's indian summer
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By the avenue of the desert
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Lay the weaker to rest
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Took me in as a stranger once
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But now I dance with the dead
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And winter starts to fall
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Against the canyon walls
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Dance to the rain and sunshine
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Sang to the beat of my brother
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Danced through the rain and sunshine
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It's indian summer
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And winter starts to fall
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Against the canyon walls
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Dance to the rain and sunshine
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Sang to the beat of my brother
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Dance to the rain and sunshine
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It's indian, indian, indian
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Oooh, you've got me indian summer
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Indian Summer
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Holy Mother |