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A millstone, golden, swing soft and assertive to the side Undeniably pure, my past, it has no future Oh, persistence I can make this work Oh, persistence I can make this work It’s a prayer to the present from perspectives of the past God, I hope this lasts And eventually, one day, the prophets are Gonna find out the hard way That I won’t repeat anything Oh, persistence I can make this work Oh, persistence I can make this work I can make this work I don’t believe anything Aversion towards versions of someone I swore I’d never be Oh, persistence I can make this worse Oh, persistence I can make this worse Oh (oh), persistence I can make this work I can make this work From Letras Mania