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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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Rain 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? |
