.God rest his head Sunday afternoon
And the wicked in me is surely the wicked in you
We pray to a ghost that we never met
Time turns for a cure, from the scientists for>Madness, madness of the heart
But you knew it, you knew it from the start
And Hawking will tell us no tall tales t.
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