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ozark henry |
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the sailor not the sea |
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indian summer |
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all possible details |
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mirror all that we put up with |
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to be safe from harm |
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a blood red sky - contrails |
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every motive i supply |
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to dance away the sight |
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indian summer |
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opiate company |
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as bare as truth can be |
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without apologies |
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i feel the summer |
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the humming i inhere in |
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indian summer |
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there's no apology |
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where a piano plays satie |
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would that be the house |
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where i was born |
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run-down and bleached |
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where the history weighs on me |
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lift me up into your arms |
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before i pack to leave |
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indian summer |
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quietening company |
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as bare as truth can be |
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without apologies |
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i feel the summer |
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the humming i inhere in |
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indian summer |
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has no apology |
