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I've got the ragged clothes and the matted down hair |
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And the cold dark eyes to provide that icy stare |
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Some day's I'm so weak I feel I'm made of straw |
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But, unlike a real scarecrow, I do have a heart |
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I'm feeling like a scarecrow and the people are the crows I've got to look like a menace |
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So that they don't come too close |
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But there's one thing that these crows can't see |
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Sometimes I'm just as afraid of them as they are of me |
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Everyday these crows rip at me, but I don't budge |
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I've become so used to them, to their actions I am numb |
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Oh, but some days ignorance is oh, so hard |
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And then I wish I lived in the cartoon land of oz |
