
A riot For all these years of squirming For all these days I've laid to waste All these years of lead Oh this consequence, oh this grace I've been trying to remember you The way you would have wanted me to After all these years riding low Maybe I'll rise again Then again maybe I won't Maybe I did it all for Jackie Maybe I don't care what that makes me Beauty persists Make me an anvil, make me an instrument Oh to reach such great heights At such a tender age It was you Standing below Madonna taking my breath away And I love you in the dead hours And I love you in crystal days And I love you in growth And I love you in decay It doesn't have to be the way I want it could be Nothing is permanent I carry you with me It won't always be the way I wish it could be Nothing is permanent I carry you with me I don't have to be what you want me to be Nothing is permanent, I carry you with me Nothing is permanent, I carry you with me I carry you with me
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