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PANIC AT THE DISCO lyrics : "Behind The Sea (Alternate Version)"

A daydream spills from my corked head
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Left a nod over sleeping waves

Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Floating flocks of candled swans
Slowly drift across wax ponds


The men all played along
To marching drums

And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang

So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small

To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God


Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
To us from the dock

Jinxed things ringing as they leak
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch

Sprouting sons and ageless daughters

Those watermelon smiles

Just can't ripen underwater
Just can't ripen underwater


The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun

Behind the sea
They sang
So our matching legs

Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God

Yeah, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Oh, we're all too smart

To talk to God

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