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Seldom seen a scarecrow's dream |
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I hang in the hopes of replacement |
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Castles tall, I built them all |
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But I dream that I'm trapped in the basement |
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And if you ever hear me calling out |
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And if you've been by paupers crowned |
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Between the wolds of men and make-believe I can be found |
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Plans I've made |
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A masquerade fading in fear of the coming day |
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Heroes' tales like nightingales |
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Wrestle the wind as they run away |
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And if you ever hear them calling out |
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And if you've been by paupers crowned |
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Between the worlds of men and make-believe I can be found |
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Garden gate |
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An empty plate waiting for someone to come and fill |
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Scarecrow's dreams like frozen streams |
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Thirst for the thaw but they're running still |
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And if you ever hear them calling out |
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And if you've been by paupers crowned |
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Between the wolds of men and make-believe I can be found |
