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In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
I hitched a ride, onto the coast
To leave behind, all of my ghosts
Searching for something, I couldn't find at home
Can't get no job, can you spare a dime?
Just one more hit, and I'll be fine
I swear to God, this'll be my one last time.
When it gets dark, in Pigeon Park
Voice in my head, will soon be fed
Around the vultures, that circle round the dead.
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
I hitched a ride, onto the coast
To leave behind, all of my ghosts
Searching for something, I couldn't find at home
Can't get no job, can you spare a dime?
Just one more hit, and I'll be fine
I swear to God, this'll be my one last time.
When it gets dark, in Pigeon Park
Voice in my head, will soon be fed
Around the vultures, that circle round the dead.
Annons
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Anonymous
Fri 9 Apr 2010 11:06
Fin bild, FIn text :)
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