God rest his head Sunday afternoon, and
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The wicked in me is surly the wicked in you
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We pray to a ghost that we never met
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Time turns for a cure, for the scientists for
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Madness, madness of the heart
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but you knew it, you knew it from the start
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And Hawking will tell us no tall tales this spring
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My eyes saw the chaos that stared everything
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Maybe it's faith, and the sadness takes hold
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Sill stars through the window, will ever know this
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Madness, madness of the heart
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but you knew it, you knew it from the start
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There's a madness, a 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 sun beam
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There's nothing more than a daydream
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Colored stained glass cathedral
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Confines a past that wont let you go
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God rest his head Sunday afternoon
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And the wicked in me is surly coming through
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Pray to a ghost that I've never met
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(don't pill?) someway out of this mess
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It's the heart
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It's the heart
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And there is a madness, a madness in the stars
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But you knew it, you knew it from the start
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Hmmmmmmmmm
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Hmmmmmmmmm
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Hmmmmmmmmm
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Tall Tales For Spring
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| Vanessa Carlton |
