The Young Novelists name your price

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there's a slight despair in your voice at the end of the line all the empires carefully built are in decline
& if you look back you'll see how the lonely live
& the curse that ruined you has always been yours to forgive
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moments that you hide
they always collide in time the sacrifice
you don't get to name your price
your mind's made up & the fire spread to the sky
the curious few & the furious who ask why
& explanations are calm & reasonable
your heart is empty in fact it's never been full
uncover the loss the havoc you cause
the face to the name & the line that you cross
placing the blame leading me on, stealing a song
take it from me
there's a slight despair in your voice at the end of the line all the empires carefully built are in decline

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