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--> Текст песни Panic! At The Disco - Behind The Sea lyrics
A daydream spills from my corked head and
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
--> слова песни Panic! At The Disco - Behind The Sea lyrics
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
Don?t you know that
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
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god
Oh, we’re all too smart to talk to god
(Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh)
Legs of wood waves,
waves of wooden legs,
waves of wooden legs
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