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• Artiste: Della Mae
• Titre: Empire
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Empire sits on the edge of a hill Born out of a gypsum mine Held at once 300 souls And none of them were mine Now they’re just ghosts in the streets Wandering a land that sleeps Once it was a lively place Now just tumbleweeds The houses they are silent Quiet as thieves Now they’re just ghosts in the streets Wandering a land that sleeps The miners callused hands The women who planted seed on the land Empire met its end Once you’re gone you can’t go back the locks they have all froze The lid upon the coffin Now it has been closed bv Now they’re just ghosts in the streets Wandering a land that sleeps The men who built the Empire Up from the ground missed the cracks in the foundation One blow and it all falls down The miners callused hands The women who planted seed on the land Empire met its end