Billy Talent Fallen Leaves

In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen 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 пр When it gets dark, in Pigeon Park Voice in my head, will soon be fed By the vultures, that circle round the dead пр I never once thought, I d ever be ca