| Hey, Mr. Scarecrow
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| You cant close your eyes
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| Cant fold your arms
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| You’re always standing still
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| Watching days pass by Hey, Mr. Scarecrow
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| In this never-changing view
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| Of these ever-changing fields
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| It wouldn’t seem unreal to see you cry
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| To see you cry
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| But maybe it was just the morning dew
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| Hey Mr. Scarecrow
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| If you could walk
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| If you could see the world
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| If someone could break your heart
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| Wouldn’t you feel tempted
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| To come back to these fields
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| And feel no pain
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| Just sun and rain to make you fall apart
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| Ive seen you cry
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| I think Ive seen you cry
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| But maybe
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| Maybe it was just the morning dew. |