Sycamore Leaves - текст песни
Sycamore Leaves
Can't stop thinking 'bout it It fills me with unease Out there by the roadside something's buried Under sycamore leaves
Wet grounds, late September The foliage of the trees I came upon this feeling that someone's lying Covered by sycamore leaves
And I could never face it And take a look and see And I could never break out And shake it's grip on me
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