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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 cure from the scientist for madness
Madness of the
But you knew it, we knew it from the

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

Stare a smile into a sun beam
Is this nothing more than a
Color-stained glass
Confess a past that let you go

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

It's the
the heart

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