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Tall Tales for Spring (Live Acoustic)

God rests his head Sunday afternoon

The wicked in me is surely the wicked in you

Pray to a ghost that we've never met

Time turns for a cure from the scientist for this madness

Madness of the heart

But you knew it, we knew it from the startHawking will tell us no tall tales this spring

Our minds hold the chaos that started everything

Maybe it's fate, as the sadness takes hold

Still stars through a window

Will they ever know this madness.

Madness of the heart

We knew it, we knew it from the start

The madness, madness of the heart

But you knew it, you knew it from the startStare a sleepy smile into a sun beam

Is this nothing more than a daydream?

Color-stained glass Cathedral

Confess a past that won't let you goGod rest your head Sunday afternoon

And the wicked in me is surely coming through

And I'll pray to a ghost that I've never met

Still searching for some way out of this messIt's the heart

It's the heartThere's a madness a madness in the stars

But you knew it, we knew it from the start

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