In a crooked little town, they were Nawawala 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 you spare a dime?
Just one madami hit, and I'll be fine
I swear to God, this'll be my one last time!
In a crooked little town, they were Nawawala and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
When it gets...
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