Behind The Sea Teclado

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Our daydream spills from my gold head 
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Breaks free of my wooden neck 
F                        A 
Left a nod over sleeping waves 
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 
 F#m          C#m        A            E 
And boy did they have fun behind the sea 
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They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks 
F#m       C#m          A        E 
And we’re all too small to talk to god 
           A            F#m         E 
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. 
F                              A 
Jinxed things ringing as they leak 
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk. 
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Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch 
F                               A 
Sprouting sons and ageless daughters. 
           G            Bm            F#m     E 
Those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater 
Bm           F#m       E 
Just can’t ripen underwater 

A           F#m             C#m 
The men all played along to marching drums 
 F#m          C#m        A            E 
And boy did they have fun behind the sea 
         A        F#m              C#m 
They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks 
F#m       C#m          A        E 
And we’re all too small to talk to god 
           A            F#m         E 
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god 
           A            F#m         E 
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god"