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  1. Rain falling on the ground. We'll wear a jolly crown. Buckle up, we're wayward bound. We'll come back for Indian summer. And go our separate ways. I touch your hem you say. Let's stroll down Martin Way. Pick plums, abandoned farm. Who let norms come to harm? We'll come back for Indian summer. And go our separate ways. Cover me with rain.

  2. Indian Summer Lyrics by Beat Happening from the Jamboree album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: Breakfast in cemetery Boy tastin' wild cherry Touch girl, apple blossom Just a boy playin' possum We'll come back f…

  3. Beat Happening. 14 Comments. 0 Tags. Breakfast in cemetery. Boy tastin' wild cherry. Touch girl, apple blossom. Just a boy playin' possum. We'll come back for Indian Summer. And go our separate ways. What is that cheerful sound? Rain fallin' on the ground. We'll wear a jolly crown. Buckle up, we're wayward bound. We'll come back for Indian Summer.

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  4. Original. Indian Summer lyrics. Breakfast in cemetery. Boy tasting wild cherry. Touch girl, apple blossom. Just a boy playing possum. We'll come back for Indian summer. And go our separate ways. What is that cheerful sound? Rain falling on the ground. We'll wear a jolly crown. Buckle up, we're wayward bound. We'll come back for Indian summer.

  5. Original lyrics of Indian Summer song by Beat Happening. Explain your version of song meaning, find more of Beat Happening lyrics. Watch official video, print or download text in PDF.

  6. Beat Happening. – Indian Summer Lyrics. Breakfast in cemetery. Boy tasting wild cherry. Touch girl, apple blossom. Just a boy playing possum. We'll come back for Indian Summer. We'll come back for Indian Summer. We'll come back for Indian Summer.

  7. . Indian Summer Lyrics. Breakfast in cemetery. Boy tastin' wild cherry. Touch girl, apple blossom. Just a boy playin' possum. We'll come back for Indian Summer. And go our separate ways. What is that cheerful sound? Rain fallin' on the ground. We'll wear a jolly crown. Buckle up, we're wayward bound. We'll come back for Indian Summer.

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