I was left to my own devices
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Many days fell away with nothing to show
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And the walls kept tumbling down
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In the city that we love
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Great clouds roll over the hills
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Bringing darkness from above
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But if you close your eyes,
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Does it almost feel like
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Nothing changed at all?
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And if you close your eyes,
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Does it almost feel like
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You've been here before?
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How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
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How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
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We were caught up and lost in all of our vices
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In your pose as the dust settles around us
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And the walls kept tumbling down
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In the city that we love
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Great clouds roll over the hills
|
Bringing darkness from above
|
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But if you close your eyes,
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Does it almost feel like
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Nothing changed at all?
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And if you close your eyes,
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Does it almost feel like
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You've been here before?
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How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
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How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
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Oh where do we begin?
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The rubble or our sins?
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Oh where do we begin?
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The rubble or our sins?
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And the walls kept tumbling down
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In the city that we love
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Great clouds roll over the hills
|
Bringing darkness from above
|
|
But if you close your eyes,
|
Does it almost feel like
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Nothing changed at all?
|
And if you close your eyes,
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Does it almost feel like
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You've been here before?
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How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
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How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
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Pompeii
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