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Sycamore Leaves lyrics
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 make it
And I could never see
And I could never break out
And shake it s grip on me
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