| In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
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| Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
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| I hitched a ride, until the coast
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| To leave behind, all of my ghosts
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| Searching for something, I couldn't find at home
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| Can't get no job, can you spare a dime?
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| Just one more hit, and I'll be fine
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| I swear to God, this'll be my one last time!
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| In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
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| Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
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| Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down
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| Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
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| When it gets dark, in Pigeon Park
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| Voice in my head, will soon be fed
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| By the vultures, that circle round the dead!
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| In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
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| Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
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| Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down
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| Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
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| I never once thought, I'd ever be caught!
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| Staring at sidewalks, hiding my track marks!
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| I left my best friends, or did they just leave me?
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| In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
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| Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
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| Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down
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| Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
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| Run away before you drown!
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| Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground |