.Summer is lost now
The frost, it closing in
To the cold gospel dollar>
The 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'm begin', Indian summer, I need some return
So hard to get war.
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