The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows
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Stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere.
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He didn't care.
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He stood in a field where barley grows.
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His head did no thinking
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His arms didn't move except then the wind cut up
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Rough and mice ran around on the ground
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He stood in a field where barley grows.
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The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me
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But now he's resigned to his fate
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'Cause life's not unkind - he doesn't mind.
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He stood in a field where barley grows.
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The Scarecrow
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| Pink Floyd |
