In a crooked little town, they were Остаться в живых 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
Can't get no job, can Ты spare a dime?
Just one еще hit, and I'll be fine
I swear to God, this'll be my one last time!
In a crooked little town, they were Остаться в живых and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
Run away before Ты drown, или the streets will beat Ты down
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
When it gets...
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