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Summer is lost now, the frost, it's closin' in To the cold gospel dollar a poor man walks in sin I can't get no entrance, the doors all in rows I pray into the distance, let me out of these heavy clothes I beg, Indian summer, I need some return So hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned Down on the pavement, the laws are learned So hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned When a sister called up, said how long you've broken down? I said there too much ice around here to find no solid ground While I just squeeze a season from this paper bag I pray to the burnin' tires and wrap my feet in rags Singin', Indian summer, I need some return So hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned Down on the pavement, the laws are learned It's so hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned The skies empty, the street is sweatin' tears Communion at the station for a million grindin' years Well, I'm ridin' out this century with the harvest engine sing From the church of mercenaries to a naked virgin spring I'm singin', Indian summer, I need some return So hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned Down on the pavement, the laws are learned It's so hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned So hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned Indian summer, to a naked virgin spring