| In a field in Ohio I change into a scarecrow’s clothes
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| To learn some of the secret songs he knows
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| I ran through the day and into the night
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| To be the one doin' the frightenin'; |
| it’s freein', I suppose
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| Could be learned behavior
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| To fold and call it failure
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| 'Cause you’re terrified of showin' your hand
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| I think you feel safer
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| Mumblin' your prayers
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| To a God you don’t understand
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| You don’t understand
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| You don’t understand
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| In a pool of water I saw my reflection sink low
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| And a vision of our future rose
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| We’re drownin' in diamonds borrowed and charged
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| with no compass or a sky with no stars
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| It could be learned behavior
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| To fold and call it failure
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| 'Cause you’re terrified of showin' your hand
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| I think you feel safer
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| Mumblin' your prayers
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| To a God you don’t understand
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| You don’t understand
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| You don’t understand
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| Jesus can’t stop laughin'
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| If he could he’d just start cryin'
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| Sings «You hear me, girl, I know you can»
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| It’s easy to be quiet
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| And easy to be silent
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| When you’re afraid of what you don’t understand
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| What you don’t understand
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| What you don’t understand
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| I sat back in the grass inside a galaxy of gnats
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| And I let the bats in my brain loose
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| I could see clearly a raven landin' near me
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| Wavin' a white feather, callin' for a truce |