| Oh, scarecrow
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| You know why I’m asleep?
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| All the weight you bear you cannot carry
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| You know you’re just like you’re mother
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| And your bag all packed to go
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| And you hid your heart from everyone you know
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| You say you’d never love another
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| Unless they bore your own name
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| Oh, your kin, they trample on you just the same
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| Oh, I gave my love to a harlot I’m told
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| And the blackness of a scarecrow no one knows
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| Well, I’m red in the blood that I have drained
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| That I wasted in a rain
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| Well, your love that takes your picture
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| And your love that worships
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| Well, if you can’t see it then soon you will
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| And you frequent the same strip club
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| You love to watch the ladies dance
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| Well, you always know I don’t do shit like that
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| While I was out in Scotland
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| You were out with him
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| And you took your shot and you threw up your limbs
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| Well, I gave my love to a harlot I’m told
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| And the blackness of a scarecrow you cannot hold
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| Well, I’m red in the blood that I have drained
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| That I wasted in a rain
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| Well, you deserve applause for splitting me into
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| Well, I count you on the list of a mortal few
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| Well, I hope that you were happy
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| I could only wish you the best
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| But your beauty vacant setting in the west
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| And this may just say redundant
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| Because you’ve chosen your own fate
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| Was I more to you than just a pretty face?
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| Well, I’ll give my love to a harlot, I will
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| And the blackness of a scarecrow you cannot kill
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| Well, I’m red in the blood that I have drained
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| That I wasted waiting for rain |