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Sweet madness it must be wrong
What kind of fool imagines love
With all this going on
Stars burning in the empty sky
And the city is a flame
With a million lights
And they come and they go
In the blink of an eye
People are like suns
And they're burning up inside
People are like suns
Science will enable us to hear
To be crystal clear
