| You hover above and I can do nothing but stare
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| As your greedy black eyes search and glare
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| The skies turn grey and then you will come
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| Black scavengers of the night
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| I loathe you with my entire strawfilled heart
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| You have come only to pick a fight
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| You grusome creatures are the only company I have
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| To you I am a place to sit, while you ignore my wrath
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| The loneliest scarecrow in the world
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| Proud but useless you are
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| The loneliest scarecrow in the world
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| Crows, pick me apart! |
| So someone will fix me again
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| I am nothing to you, lonely scarecrow, but I have feelings too
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| It is funny how humans are very much like me, are you like me?
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| I am nothing to you but lonely scarecrow, but I have feelings too, do you?
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| It is funny how humans are very much like me, are you like me?
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| It is funny how humans are very much like me The loneliest scarecrow in the world
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| Proud but useless you are
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| The loneliest scarecrow in the world
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| Crows, pick me apart! |
| So someone will fix me again
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| Pinned to a tree destined to live my eternal life
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| With nothing left but crows by my side
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| Slowly picking me apart, to bring me peace
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| So you’ll fix me, human contact brings me relief
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| And after I’ve been fixed I will hang here with them
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| Waiting for them to pick me apart so I can be fixed again
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| So we live in a malevolent never ending game of sin
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| I need the creatures in order for my life cycle to end and begin |