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God rest his head Sunday afternoon |
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The wicked in me is surely the wicked in you |
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We pray to a ghost that we've never met |
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Time turns for a cure, from the scientists for |
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This madness, madness of the heart |
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But you knew it, we knew it from the start |
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And Hawking will tell us no tall tales this spring |
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Our minds hold the chaos that started everything |
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And maybe it's fate, as the sadness takes hold |
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Still stars through a window, will they ever know this |
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Madness, madness of the heart |
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We knew it, we knew it from the start |
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This madness, madness of the heart |
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But you knew it, you knew it from the start |
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Stare a sleepy smile into a sunbeam |
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Is this nothing more than a daydream |
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Color stained glass cathedral |
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Confess a past that won't let you go |
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God rest your head Sunday afternoon |
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The wicked in me is surely coming through |
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I pray to a ghost that I've never met |
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Still searching for some way out of this mess |
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It's the heart |
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It's the heart |
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There's a madness, a madness in the stars |
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But you knew it, we knew it from the start |
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