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EmDbCan't stop thinking 'bout itEmAmBmIt fills me with uneaseEmA-DbOut there by the roadside something's buriedDEmUnder sycamore leaves Wet grounds, late September The foliage of the trees I came upon this feeling that someone's lying Covered by sycamore leavesDEmAnd I could never face itDEmAnd take a look and seeDEmAnd I could never break outDEmAnd shake it's grip on me