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[Intro] [Verse] Fluorescent flicker, the clock strikes ten Dust on the jacket, ink on the pen Shelving the stories of forgotten men Back in the stacks where the light gets thin Smell of the paper, old and musty The hinges on the archive gate are rusty Sorting through the boxes, feeling lucky Finding a truth that’s a little bit dusty I’m the ghost in the basement floor Guarding the keys to the heavy door Scanning the records, looking for more Than just a receipt from a grocery store [Chorus] It’s the quiet care that keeps us whole A neighborhood heart, a collective soul Written in the margins, out of sight Keeping the fire burning through the night We walk the paths that they designed The legacy that they left behind [Verse] I pulled out a file from seventy-four Scrawled on a napkin, a plan for a war Not with the bullets, but rent on the floor Tenant unions knocking on every door Names like Mrs. Gable and Arthur Reed Planting the hope like a tiny seed Fighting the hunger, fighting the greed Documenting every single local need They held a meeting in the basement light Organized the struggle, won the fight Now the park is open, shining bright Because they stood up for what was right [Pre-Chorus] I see the ink, I feel the sweat The history that the city might forget A paper trail of a common debt To the people we haven't even met yet [Chorus] It’s the quiet care that keeps us whole A neighborhood heart, a collective soul Written in the margins, out of sight Keeping the fire burning through the night We walk the paths that they designed The legacy that they left behind [Bridge] Soft trumpet wails in the G minor key Vinyl is cracking, it speaks to me History isn't just a statue you see It's the pulse of the local community It’s the hands that held the sign It’s the people who stayed in line Making sure that the sun would shine On your street and also mine [Verse] My shift is ending, the sun is low I put the folder back where it should go Most of the city will never know How the seeds of justice started to grow But I see the bridge and I see the school Built by the people who broke the rule Using the kindness as a power tool Keeping the neighborhood calm and cool I click the lock and I turn the light Walking home through the crisp night Everything looks different in my sight When you know who fought the good fight [Chorus] It’s the quiet care that keeps us whole A neighborhood heart, a collective soul Written in the margins, out of sight Keeping the fire burning through the night We walk the paths that they designed The legacy that they left behind [Post-Chorus] The legacy left behind A peace of mind you find In the archives of the mind One folder at a time [Outro]
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