A-Ha
A-Ha - Sycamore Leaves lyrics
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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 up the trees I came upon, this feeling that someone's lying Covered by sycamore leaves And I could never face it And take a look and see And I could never break out And shake its grip on me