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

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

Stare a sleepy into a sun beam
Is this nothing than a daydream?
Color-stained glass
Confess a that won't 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
searching for some way out of this mess

It's the
It's the

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