Matt Boroff - Dead Dead Leaves | Текст песни

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dead, dead leaves
falling to the ground
lying in the gutter
lying at my feet

in distant wilderness
a silent killer blooms
spreading from branch to branch
spreading like a panic
spreading like a panic

dead, dead leaves
stuffed into sidewalk cracks
dangling from traffic lights
blowing through the wasteland
blowing through the wasteland
blowing through the wasteland

oh, how the times have changed
our days upon the earth they are withering away
the seasons aren't what they used to be
the spring is never coming back to gather
these dead, dead leaves

the rolling meadow grass
that once stood tall and green
is now covered in cinders
and rotting corpses

yeah, there's something going on
we can't start again and return to the dawn
the seasons aren't what they used to be
the spring is never coming back to gather
these dead, dead leaves

oh, how the times have changed
our days upon the earth they are withering away
the seasons aren't what they used to be
the spring is never coming back to gather
these dead, dead leaves

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