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Paroles
Indian summer, Abilene
You were new in town, I was 19, and the sparks flew
They called us crazy behind our backs
Romantic fools, we just let them laugh, because we knew
It may be a long shot
We may get lonely down the line
Love knows no reason
And I won't let 'em make up my mind
My money's riding on this dark horse, baby
My heart is saying it's the lucky one
And its true color's gonna shine through someday
If we let this, let this dark horse run
Yeah
Stars are brighter in a desert sky
No need to wonder or justify where this will lead
I wear your locket, our picture's inside
Inscription says, "The joy's in the ride", and I believe
That something so sacred
Is something worth this kind of fight
'Cause love knows no patience, no, no
You can't please everyone all the time
My money's riding on this dark horse, baby
My heart is saying it's the lucky one
And it's true color's gonna shine through someday
If we let this, let this dark horse run
So rare, so sweet
Together, baby, I know
We can disappear, be free
Ooh, my money's riding on this dark horse, baby
My heart is saying it's the lucky one
And its true color's gonna shine through someday
If we let this, let it run, baby
My money's riding on this dark horse, baby
My heart is saying it's the lucky one
And its true color's gonna shine through someday
If we let this, let this dark horse run
Indian summer, Abilene
You were new in town, I was 19
Yeah, baby
In the summertime
Hey, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...
Writer(s): David Tyson, Dean Mc Taggart, Amanda Marshall
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