Sycamore Leaves

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Can't stop thinking 'bout it
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It fills me with unease
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Out there by the roadside something's buried
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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
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And I could never face it
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And take a look and see
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And I could never break out
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And shake it's grip on me