somewhere in the indian summer
the leaves on the ground, red, gold, and brown
trying to play a game where you can't play
you're not allowed to win
so choose, you have no clue
surrounded by faces you don't know
their real names and who they are
you wanna be a part of the parade
nobody knows where it's going
so choose, you have no clue
so you loose, yet you turn blue
under the real sun
under the real sun
somewhere in the indian summer
the clouds in the sky, white, pink and grey
trying to play a game where you can't play
you're not allowed to win
so choose, you have no clue
so you loose, yet you turn blue
under the real sun, you must go
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