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God rests his head Sunday
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 this
Madness of the
But you knew it, we knew it the start

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

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

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

the heart
It's the

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