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

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

Stare a sleepy smile into a sun
Is this nothing than a daydream?
Color-stained glass
a past that won't let you go

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

It's the
the heart

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