| The city is crumbling
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| Like Rome or Pompeii
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| And there’s nothing to do
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| But get out of the way
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| When you know you can save no one
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| Like an empty old bottle
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| The ship has gone down
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| The Titanic is sinking
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| And the band plays on
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| And you know you can save no one
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| Maybe a message is coming to you
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| In the middle of nowhere from out of the blue
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| Then cross the dark distance and lay down your guns
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| For Rome it has fallen
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| And morning has begun
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| In anyone’s heartache
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| And in anyone’s blues
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| Is the beautiful feeling
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| Of nothing to lose
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| When you know you can save no one
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| Maybe a message is coming to you
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| In the middle of nowhere from out of the blue
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| Then cross the dark distance and lay down your guns
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| For Rome it has fallen
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| And morning has begun |