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♡ malloy's cd collection !

i also hypothetically own four by 1d but i have no idea where it is rn

click thru the covers to go thru my collection !!

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A daydream spills from my corked head Breaks free of my wooden neck Left a nod over sleeping waves Like bobbing bait for bathing cod Floating flocks of candled 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 (hey) 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 Don't you know, 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 (hey) 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 Oh, legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs