| 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’s 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
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| 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
|
| Great clouds roll over the hills
|
| Bringing darkness from above
|
| But if you close your eyes
|
| Does it almost feel like
|
| Nothing’s changed at all?
|
| And if you close your eyes
|
| Does it almost feel like
|
| 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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| How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
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| If you close your eyes
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| Does it almost feel like
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| You’ve been here before? |