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Our Indian Summer

Fragile X on July 08, 2012 20:36

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    A song about and dedicated to a summer weekend spent with a tragic friend.

    We stole your fathers keys when we were stoned.
    Packed our guitars, hit the road.
    Smoked by the ten until we choked.
    Soundtracked by white noise and hope.

    We shed our old skin and dried our bones.
    Left them on the shoreline, by the coast.
    At night we raced the moon and we lost.
    But it's the taking part that counts.
    Or so we thought.

    Morning came and the sun rose up.
    It split the sky as the clouds gave in.
    Chords were strummed, drums were beat.
    We sang our hearts and we stamped our feet.
    Time was ours, we were free.
    Against the world, just you and me.
    They'll never believe you but you don't care.
    They'll never believe me but i don't care.
    They'll never believe us but we don't care.
    If they never believe us we won't care.

    Just remember one thing my friend,
    That the means always justify the ends.

    Dedicated to CT.

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