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Indian Summer - Stereophonics
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Indian Summer Stereophonics

Indian Summer - Stereophonics
[Verse 1]
Every time that I see her
A lightning bolt fills the room
The underbelly of Paris
She sings her favourite tune
She’ll drink you under the table
She show you a trick or two
But every time that I left her
I miss the things she would do

[Chorus]
She was the one, for me
She opened my eyes, to see
She was the one, for me
Well alright
It was a cold September
Before the Indian Summer
That’s the thing I remember
When she gave me her number
Went from station to station
On a train ‘cross the nation
And the rain of November
That’s the time that we ended

[Hook]
She was the one, for me
Oh alright
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