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Hung by the old field the night in his eyes |
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And the road by his side |
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He's trying to show me |
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Who's alive in both cities barely on fire |
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Scarecrow caught in my mind |
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Scarecrow not made for these times |
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Clear as a diamond the light reads plain |
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On the back of his eyes |
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He'd never know |
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He still dreams of a bird of a terrifying size |
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But this scarecrow caught in my mind |
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Scarecrow not made for these times |
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Mmmmmm |
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Trying to weigh him down too soon |
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Glad to have him with me now |
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Death cold pecked bare red collar bled white |
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No black heart there no bark and no bite |
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Just this scarecrow caught in my mind |
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Scarecrow not made for these time |