There's a miracle in the mediocre.
And a masterpiece inside the mundane.
Find a way to bottle that, keep it forever.
Let the fleeting remain.
David Bowie had beautiful haircuts.
A smoke, a smirk, and a click of the tongue.
Bottle him, too, forever in vinyl.
See him only when he's young.
And I will carry him with me
to the hereafter.
Carry him with me
to the hereafter.
Shannen Doherty was dying.
I guess we all are, but she could see the end.
They say beauty's skin deep, that cancer went deeper.
Blurred the line between hopeful and pretend.
But I will carry her with me
To the hereafter.
Carry her with me
To the hereafter.
All you really need to do
is continue to continue.
And if I read your final chapter,
I will carry your name hereafter.
I think my best friend could have been knighted,
But instead he fell on his own sword.
Years later, I finally understand it.
Understanding is all I can afford.
I will carry him with me
To the hereafter.
Carry him with me
To the hereafter.
Hereafter.
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