Lyrics:
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 make it
And I could never see
And I could never break out
And shake it's grip on me
PS: I don't own any of this :) Thought I would upload the original version of the album, since I couldn't find it on youtube.
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