I wouldnt care cause machines are for the birds oh
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I wouldnt care cause machines are for the birds.
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Every night we watch the same surprise,
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And you ripped his wing off of his arm,
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And he stepped through the blooming door.
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Scarecrows are walking through the rows toward him,
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"Have you seen the missing lady of this wood?"
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"Oh, no, sir, it's oh so sad, she was taken away, taken away."
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Moonlight was making his skin glow like the fireflies he'd taken
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From the tiny scarecrows in a hurry,
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They said, "Sir, you'll need these on your journey."
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He came upon a wishing well,
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Keeling forward and he fell,
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Softly floating down on wings of fireflies.
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And he saw her lying there, tangles in her hair,
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in her hair.
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Oh, a pretty broken wrist
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Was clutched under her fist,
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Her ankles were all wound
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About a silver gown
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Lady of the Wood
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| Eisley |
