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Can this faint paint
Feeble fingerprint
That line of chalk
Do more than talk?
Or say “I'm innocent”
Then walk away
Beyond the blade
The plough and stars our dreams invade
Say something once
Does it make it true?
To me
To you
And everyone you knew
Shut him down
Shut him down
Did you run him through?
A thousand times you didn't
A hundred times you do
In the night
In the shade
In the void of the celluloid
In the cunning of the cool breeze
Waiting with a chill
Hidden in the dark trees
For cut of sudden spill
Say something once
Does it make it true?
To me
To you
And everyone you knew
Shut him down
Shut him down
Did you run him through?
A thousand times you didn't
A hundred times you do
Shut him down underground it's astounding
The sound that surrounds you were sleep now you found and aroused
So get up
Doubt enter the mind you gotta purge it
Praise for an end to the weak like Sunday service
Walk in it, world might be dark but I'm in the right spirits
That voice of doubt don't gotta listen although you hear it
One time that it don't make it true
A thousand times to make your mind up and make it through
Swiss
Then drained to pale
By the cunning and the cruel
The camera and projector
The running of the rule
The licking of the tailpiece
The spinning of the spool
Say something once
Does it make it true?
To me
To you
And everyone you knew
Shut him down
Shut him down
Did you run him through?
A hundred times you didn't
A thousand times you do
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