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Legends talk of the evil lurking in the corn
Something's wrong with the straw-man who looks so forlorn
The blood moon's light will shine and he'll come to life
(Come to life)
You cut across his field, so you're next in line
Next in line
You should beware the Scarecrow
You are what he craves, he needs
Flesh and bone
You won't escape the Scarecrow
You will take his place
Up there on the pole
He's a thing made of worn out clothes and witch's curse
All he needs is to find someone to quench his thirst
The blood moon's light will shine and he'll come to life
(Come to life)
You cut across his field, so you're next in line
Next in line
You should beware the Scarecrow
You are what he craves, he needs
Flesh and bone
You won't escape the Scarecrow
You will take his place
Up there on the pole
The Cornfield whispers your name
You scream as you start to change
He crumbles to the ground
'Cause you're the Scarecrow now
You should beware the Scarecrow
You are what he craves, he needs
Flesh and bone
You won't escape the Scarecrow
You will take his place
Up there on the pole
You should beware the Scarecrow
You are what he craves, he needs
Flesh and bone
You won't escape the Scarecrow
You will take his place
Up there on the pole
You should beware the Scarecrow (Yeah, you should beware the Scarecrow)
You are what he craves, he needs (You are what he craves)
You won't escape the Scarecrow (Ooh, up on the pole)
You will take his place up there
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