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Artist: Panic! At The Disco Our daydream spills from my gold head Breaks free of my wooden neck Left a nod over sleeping waves Like bobbing bait for bathing cod Floating flocks of candle 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 suns 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" More Panic! At The Disco lyrics Most popular songs by Panic! At The DiscoThat Green GentlemenNine In The Afternoon I Write Sins Not Tragedies Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off Northern Downpour From A Mountain In The Middle Of The Cabins Mad As Rabbits When The Day Met The Night She Had The World Pas De Cheval
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