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

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

Stare a smile into a sun beam
Is this nothing more a daydream?
Color-stained glass
a past that won't let you go

God rest head Sunday afternoon
And the wicked in me is surely coming
And pray to a ghost that I've never met
Still searching for some way out of this

the heart
It's the

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