Dead is what he is, he does what he please
The things that he has
And you'll never want to see
What you're never gonna be, now
Sketch a little keyhole for looking-glass people
You don't wanna see him, you only wanna be him
Mommy's got a scarecrow, gotta let the corn grow
Man can't always reap what he sow
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