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Behind The Sea Tab

by Panic At The Disco


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***Panic! At The Disco***
******Behind The Sea*****
**Nine In The Afternoon**
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This is a song that's going to be on Panic! At The Disco's upcoming album "Nine In The
Since this is a pre-release it's called an alternative version and may not be correct
listening to the album version, especially not in terms of arrangement. However, it is 
to the alternative version released together with "Do You Know What I'm Seeing".

The finger picking isn't very hard to figure out if you listen to the song.

Standard Tuning
Capo 7th

Chords:

      xx0232
  xx0230
     x24432
      320033
     355333
    244222
      x02220
      x32010
    x02010

[Verse]
                                
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

[Chorus]
                                      
 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"

[Verse]
                                     
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
                           (stop) 
Sprouting sons and ageless daughters.

[Middle 8]
                                            
Those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater
Just can’t ripen underwater

[Chorus]
                                      
 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"