I've been thinking to myself
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Aren't we just the picture of health?
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The one you see through the window
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The one where all goes well
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At times there's nothing worse
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than the beat of a struggling pulse
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But in the pit of the stomach
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is where I can always tell
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Watch as the trees grow tall
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We'll give them a face and a name
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Build a fence to keep out the neighbors
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But we'll dress our scarecrows the same
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We've been thinking to ourselves
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Weren't we just the picture of health?
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But in the pit of the stomach
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is where you can always tell
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We'll sit and wait and think
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Wander back to familiar surroundings
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In the place where I should have grown up
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And hung myself out to dry
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Watch as the trees grow tall
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Give them a face and a name
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We'll build a fence to keep out the neighbors
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But we'll dress our scarecrows the same
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Watch as the trees grow tall
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Give them a face and a name
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We'll build a fence to keep out the neighbors
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But we'll dress our scarecrows the same
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Picture Of Health
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| We Were Promised Jetpacks |
