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

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

a sleepy smile into a sun beam
Is this more than a daydream?
Color-stained Cathedral
Confess a past won't let you go

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

It's the
It's the

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