| I try to imagine the best place I’ve been
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| Can I go back again?
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| Open my eyes, what was no longer exists
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| I can’t go back again
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| I like to pretend that nothing has changed
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| An never went too far
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| But it started to lose me
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| Like a four-hour movie I’d already seen
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| Holding onto my memory
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| Of what this used to be
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| Holding onto my memory of you
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| Sometimes I tell myself
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| That things are okay
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| Another lie, but it makes me feel better
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| Never as old as I was today
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| I’m gonna breakdown, breakdown
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| In American Pompeii
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| In American Pompeii
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| I break myself just to live this way
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| Never as old as I was today
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| American Pompeii
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| Look in my eyes and see how sick I feel
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| About what you’ve become
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| Filthy and twisted like you never existed
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| I know what you were
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| Your beauty forgotten
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| Under mountains of schism
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| I don’t wanna climb
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| Giving up my memory
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| Of what this used to be
|
| I’m giving up my memory of you
|
| Sometimes I tell myself
|
| That things are okay
|
| Another lie, but it makes me feel better
|
| Never as old as I was today
|
| I’m gonna breakdown, breakdown
|
| In American Pompeii
|
| In American Pompeii
|
| I break myself just to live this way
|
| Never as old as I was today
|
| American Pompeii
|
| In American Pompeii
|
| In American Pompeii
|
| I break myself just to live this way
|
| Never as old as I was today
|
| American Pompeii
|
| Try to imagine the best place I’ve been
|
| Can I go back again?
|
| Open my eyes, what was no longer exists
|
| I can’t go back again
|
| I’m giving up my memory
|
| Of what this used to be
|
| Giving up my memory of you |