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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 from the scientist for this madness
of the heart
But you knew it, we it from the start

will tell us no tall tales this spring
Our hold the chaos that started everything
Maybe it's fate, as the takes hold
Still stars a window
Will ever know this madness.
Madness of the
We knew it, we 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 nothing more than a
Color-stained glass
Confess a that won't let you go

God rest your head Sunday
And the wicked in me is coming through
And I'll pray to a ghost that I've met
Still searching for some way out of this

the heart
It's the

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