Billy Talent - Fallen Leaves Lyrics
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Fallen Leaves
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What Are The Lyrics For Fallen Leaves By Billy Talent?
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 Can't get no job, can you spare a dime? Just one more hit, and I'll be fine I swear to God, this'll be my one last time! In a crooked little town, they were lost 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 dark, in Pigeon Park Voice in my head, will soon be fed By the vultures, that circle round the dead! In a crooked little town, they were lost 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 I never once thought, I'd ever be caught! Staring at sidewalks, hiding my track marks! I left my best friends, or did they just leave me? In a crooked little town, they were lost 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 Run away before you drown! Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground |
Who Wrote Fallen Leaves By Billy Talent?
Aaron Solowoniuk, Ben Kowalewicz, Ian D'sa, Jon Gallant
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What's The Duration Of The Fallen Leaves By Billy Talent?The duration of Fallen Leaves is 3:28 minutes and seconds. |
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