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I'll be the grapes fermented,
Bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit
Like a perfect gentlemen
I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick
Where you will sit and contemplate your day

I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
In an open tab when your judgement's on the brink

Breakfast in cemetery
Boy tasting wild cherry
Touch girl apple blossom
Just a boy playin' possum

We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer

It was familiar to me,
The smoke too thick to breath,
The tile floors glistened,
I slowly sipped my drink.

And when you started to sing,
You spoke with broken speech
That I could not understand,

You remind me of home:
the paint cracks when the water leaks
from the rusty pipes that are just beneath my feet
You remind me of home:
the heater's warm but fills the room
with a potpourri of dust and gas fumes

You remind me of home: