On a grey October night
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My father sat me down
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Whispered in the firelight
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The legend of our town
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Fifty years ago he said
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A boy ran off they feared
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But he had a know instead
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He simply disappeared
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He walked into a cold field
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His head a mess up dreams
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Awakening in a graveyard
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That swallowed up his screams
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Something rose from the black
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Lashing out with it's claws
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Something rose to attack
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Jagged teeth in its jaws
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Something no one could picture
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Imagine or draw
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That's what the scarecrow saw
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Once an autumn miller since
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The story's been retold
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People going missing in
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That field of tarnished gold
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I don't mean to frighten you
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My father sworn and still
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Whether he intented to
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He gave my soul a chill
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I walked into a cold field
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And open was a dream
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Afraid to find the graveyard
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Would swallow in my screams
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Something rose from the black
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Lashing out with it's claws
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Something rose to attack
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Jagged teeth in its claws
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Something no one could picture
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Imagine or draw
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That's what the scarecrow saw
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That's what the scarecrow saw
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Lala lala what the scarecrow saw [repeat]
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The Scarecrow
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| Ulrik Munther |
