Sycamore Leaves
Can't stop thinking 'bout itIt fills me with uneaseOut there by the roadside something's buriedUnder sycamore leavesUnder sycamore leaves
Wet grounds, late SeptemberFoliage of the treesI came upon this feelingThat someone's lyingCovered by sycamore leaves, hey yeahUnder sycamore leaves
And I could never make itI could never seeI could never break outAnd shake its grip on me
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Sycamore leaves, hey yeahUnder sycamore leaves
I could never make itI could never seeI could never break outAnd shake its grip on me
Can't stop thinking 'bout itIt fills me with uneaseOut there by the roadsideSomething's buriedUnder sycamore leavesCovered by sycamore leaves, yeahSycamore leavesAnd / I'm (?) covered by sycamore leaves