I could say what I mean
(or I could dance around it)
It would feel good to scream
(I should quiet down)
I could be recognized
(or I could stay in bed)
Look the world in the eyes
(or just hang my head)
I'm holding steady this crooked crown
Knowing I'll lose it if I look down
When my ship has come in
(when it runs aground)
I'll be smiling again
(turn those corners down)
I've got something to say
(no one's listening)
It's my reckoning day
(so where's the reckoning?)
I'm holding steady this crooked crown
Knowing I'll lose it if I look down
I'm holding steady this crooked crown
My prodigy and my idiot play
For the prize of my delicate line
Somehow the score at the end of
The day is still 51-49
I'm holding steady this crooked crown
Knowing I'll lose it if I look down
I'm holding steady this crooked crown
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