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I've been thinking to myself |
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Aren't we just the picture of health? |
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The one you see through the window |
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The one where all goes well |
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At times there's nothing worsethan the beat of a struggling pulse |
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But in the pit of the stomachis where |
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I can always tell |
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Watch as the trees grow tall |
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We'll give them a face and a name |
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Build a fence to keep out the neighbors |
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But we'll dress our scarecrows the same |
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We've been thinking to ourselves |
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Weren't we just the picture of health? |
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But in the pit of the stomachis where you can always tell |
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We'll sit and wait and think |
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Wander back to familiar surroundings |
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In the place where |
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I should have grown up |
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And hung myself out to dry |
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Watch as the trees grow tall |
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Give them a face and a name |
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We'll build a fence to keep out the neighbors |
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But we'll dress our scarecrows the same |
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Watch as the trees grow tall |
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Give them a face and a name |
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We'll build a fence to keep out the neighbors |
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But we'll dress our scarecrows the same |
