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Beck - Scarecrow |
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Walking to the other side |
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With the devil trying to take my mind |
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And my soul's just a silhouette |
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On the ashes of a cigarette |
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Illusions never fake their lives |
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Trick cards fool the eyes |
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Carry zeroes over 'til they add up |
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Bury tears in the chapters you shut |
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Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell |
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And the rain's too plain to tell |
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All alone by a barren well |
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Scarecrow's only scaring himself |
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I've been digging the ground |
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Beneath the dust and the clouds |
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I see miles and miles |
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Of junkyard piles |
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I wanted hope from a grave |
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I wanted strength from a spade |
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What gives you comfort now |
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Might be the end of your vein |
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Crows are pulling at my clothes |
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The wind got my fingers froze |
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Standin' all day, keepin' watch |
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Overall the treasures we've lost |
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Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell |
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And the rain's to plain to tell |
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All alone by a barren well |
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The scarecrow's only scaring himself |
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Oooh ooh ooh |
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Scarecrow's only scaring himself |
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Scarecrow's only scaring himself |
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Scarecrow's only scaring himself |
