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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