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A daydream spills from my gold headBreaks free of my wooden neckLeft a nod over sleeping wavesLike bobbing bait for bathing codFloating flocks of candle swansSlowly drift across wax pondsThe men all played alongTo marching drumsAnd boy did they have funBehind the seaThey sang (Hey!)So our matching legsAre marching clocksAnd we're all too smallTo talk to godYes, we're all too smartTo talk to godToast the fine folks casting silver crumbsto us from the dockJinxed things ringing as they leakthrough tiny cracks in the boardwalkScarecrow now it's time to hatchSprouting suns and ageless daughtersDon't you knowDon't you knowThose watermelon smilesJust can't ripen underwaterJust can't ripen underwaterThe men all played alongTo marching drumsAnd boy did they have funBehind the seaThey sang (Hey!)So our matching legsAre marching clocksAnd we're all too smallTo talk to godYeah, we're all too smartTo talk to godOh, we're all too smartTo talk to godLegs of wood waves, waves of wooden legsWaves of wooden legs (X4)
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