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
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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