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- Sycamore Leaves
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- Can't stop thinking 'bout it
- It fills me with unease
- Out there by the roadside something's buried
- Under sycamore leaves
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- Wet grounds, late September
- The foliage of the trees
- I came upon this feeling that someone's lying
- Covered by sycamore leaves
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- 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