A-Ha - Sycamore leaves
Can't stop thinking 'bout itIt fills me with uneaseOut there by the roadside something's buriedUnder sycamore leavesWet grounds, late SeptemberThe foliage of the treesI came upon this feeling that someone's lyingCovered by sycamore leavesAnd I could never face itAnd take a look and seeAnd I could never break outAnd shake it's grip on me
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