So maybe, just maybe
the tide isn't turning
and maybe, just maybe
that bridge is finished burning
but the backtrace route
is too far to fathom
and as for all the dreams
hell with it, you have 'em
can't get my finger
on a steady pulse
my ear's gone tin
and all words ring false
but I better grit and grin
and just bear it
and if that pointy cap fits
I guess I wear it
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