| All the world was black and white
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| Just a sound stage
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| From the back projecting light
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| God is of the silent age
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| I can see you crying even though I don’t hear nothing
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| You will laugh behind the scenes if I had my choice
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| Guard us all from the silver screen in your God given voice
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| I can see you’re trying on every frame to tell me something
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| Sad eyes misleading advice
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| Fear not I’ll protect you from the bad guys
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| Snake charmers, gadflies, rows of crows
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| You’re not suppose to know
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| Overhead blows nose
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| Toe to toe comes the time goes to prose
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| Front row certain closes on the show of shows
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| Time will tell, truth prevails
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| It’s a battle to the finish
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| Fighting tooth and nail
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| New heights, blue nights
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| Catching glimpses of the moonlight
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| Fresh start paint the walls of the room white
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| Do Right
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| See now you’re fighting, whose fight?
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| Clever minds, never say never cause you might
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| New man, loose cannon but my screws tight
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| Next style, open X-File
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| Excommunicated, hearts in exile
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| Jewelry and textile
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| Sexy and reckless
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| Death wish, out of time and breathless
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| Wet dreams, ripped frames
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| Sunday mornings strictly listening to Skip James
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| Dirt roads, brick lanes
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| Car crash, tree falls
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| About pride, outside these walls
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| Recall, first sight fell hard
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| Held cards under the bell jar |