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God rests his Sunday afternoon
The wicked in me is surely the in you
Pray to a ghost that never met
Time turns for a from the scientist for this madness
of the heart
But you knew it, we knew it from the

Hawking will tell us no tall tales spring
Our minds hold the chaos started everything
it's fate, as the sadness takes hold
Still through a window
Will they ever know madness.
of the heart
We knew it, we knew it from the
The madness, of the heart
But you it, you knew it from the start

Stare a sleepy smile into a sun
Is this nothing more a daydream?
Color-stained glass
Confess a past that let you go

God rest head Sunday afternoon
And the wicked in me is surely through
And I'll pray to a ghost I've never met
Still searching for some way out of mess

the heart
It's the

There's a madness a in the stars
But you it, we knew it from the start