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Paper doors and polished shoes Badges hiding borrowed truth Every hallway holds
a debt
Every witness lives with it
Who keeps watch when the watchmen lie Who writes peace while the
sirens cry
Cold hands weighing down the night
No clean water in the light
Mothers fold the evening news
Names erased and stories bruised Records bend and cameras turn
Streets remember what they learned Under oath and under smoke
Truth comes thin and leaves us broke Still the quiet keeps a
score At every locked and numbered door
Hold the
line Name the harm Hold the line Name the harm