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I stand With my hay so stale I stand With my arms so sore I stand with my back so strait I stand I stand With a head full of sorrow I stand With no hope of rescue I stand Bound by a fate I stand
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
ScareCrow (I stand)
I stand With my hay so stale I stand With my arms so sore I stand with my back so strait I stand I stand With a head full of sorrow I stand With no hope of rescue I stand Bound by a fate I stand
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
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