Indian Summer Lyrics by Stereophonics
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Every time that I see ya,
A lightening bolt fills the room,
The underbelly of Paris,
She sings her favorite tune,
She’ll drink you under the table,
She’ll show you a trick or two,
But every time that I left her,
I missed the things she would do.
She was the one – for me,
She opened my eyes – to see,
She was the
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