● In a crooked little town,
they were lost and never
found Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves...
on the ground
I hitched a ride, until
the coast To leave behind, all of my ghosts
Searching for something,
I couldn't find at home Run away before you drown,
or the streets will beat you down
that circle round the dead!

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Per °Vanille°:
[X]Ti Adoro!![x]