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

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

Stare a sleepy smile into a sun
Is this more than a daydream?
Color-stained glass
Confess a that 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 that I've met
Still searching for way out of this mess

the heart
It's the

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