The black and green scarecrow,
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as everyone knows,
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stood with a bird on his hat
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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, his arms didn't move,
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except when the wind cut up rough
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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.
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He doesn't mind.
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He stood in a field where barley grows.
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Scarecrow
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| Pink Floyd |
