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

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

Stare a smile into a sun beam
Is this nothing than a daydream?
glass Cathedral
Confess a past that let you go

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

It's the
the heart

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