Sycamore Leaves
Artist: A-Ha
Album: How Can I Sleep With Your Voice In My Head
A-Ha How Can I Sleep With Your Voice In My Head 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
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
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