| Seldom seen, a scarecrow’s dream
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| I hang in the hopes of replacement
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| Castles tall, I built them all
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| But I dream that I’m trapped in the basement
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| And if you ever hear me calling out
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| And if you’ve been by paupers crowned
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| Between the worlds of men and make-believe
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| I can be found
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| Plans I’ve made, a masquerade
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| Fading in fear of the coming day
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| Heroes' tales, like nightingales
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| Wrestle the wind as they run away
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| And if you ever hear them calling out
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| And if you’ve been by paupers crowned
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| Between the worlds of men and make-believe
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| I can be found
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| Garden gate, an empty plate
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| Waiting for someone to come and fill
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| Scarecrow’s dreams, like frozen streams
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| Thirst for the fall, and they’re running still
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| And if you ever hear me calling out
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| And if you’ve been by paupers crowned
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| Between the worlds of men and make-believe
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| I can be found
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| And if you ever hear me calling out
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| And if you’ve been by paupers crowned
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| Between the worlds of men and make-believe
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| I can be found
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| I can be found |