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44 lines
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A daydream spills from my corked head
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Breaks free of my wooden neck
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Left to nod over sleeping waves
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Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
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Floating flocks of candle swans
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Slowly drift across wax ponds
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The men all played along to marching drums
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And boy did they have fun behind the sea
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They sang, (Hey!) "so our matching legs are marching clocks
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And we're all too small to talk to god
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Yes, we're all too smart to talk to god"
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Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
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To us from the dock
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Jinxed things ringing as they leak
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Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
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Scarecrow now it's time to hatch
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Sprouting suns and ageless daughters
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(Don't you know?) Don't you know?
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That those watermelon smiles just can't ripen underwater
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Just can't ripen underwater
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The men all played along to marching drums
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And boy did they have fun behind the sea
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They sang, (Hey!) "so our matching legs are marching clocks
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And we're all too small to talk to god
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Yeah, we're all too smart to talk to god
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Oh, we're all too smart to talk to god"
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Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
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Waves of wooden legs
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Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
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Waves of wooden legs
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Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
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Waves of wooden legs
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Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
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Waves of wooden legs
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Name Behind The Sea
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Artist Panic! At The Disco
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Album Pretty. Odd.
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