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You pay your money I pay the price

Distant memories of how it used to be

Dissected dreams of spoken pleasantries

Of faith and fear that hold our darkest dreams

You pay your money, I pay the price


I smell the scent of borders far away

Exotic mysteries cause my mind to sway

Pictures pains a perfect hideaway

You pay your money I pay the price


I only whisper words of residence

That serve to further show my innocence but there is no escaping your brilliance

You pay your money I pay the price


And now the night whispers it’s final breath

A shawl of midnight and a mask of death

A final chapter I must now confess

You pay your money I pay the price


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