KEN mode - The Owl...

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Treading that fine line of what’s wrong and what’s right
While too many years were spent caring much too much about an arbitrary code
The fine print in the grey area seems a lot more complex than it ever used to Some days you’ve got it, and some days you don’t, whatever that means
That elemental, sentimental, pristine ideal is clearly gone
Too many tales, forced to the rails, my patience surely drawn
We like to think what matters is how you react when the cards are down,
but none of it does in the end
Pick up, pick up, pick up, and move on That elemental, sentimental, pristine ideal is clearly gone
Too many tales, forced to the rails, my patience surely drawn
Pick up, pick up, pick up, and move on Pick up, pick up, pick up, and move on
I’ll wear those horns no more, no how, no more, no how
I’ll wear those horns no more, no how
It’s not what matters, but you know the score
I’ll wear those horns no more, no how, no more, no how
Pick up, pick up, pick up, and move on