"We were caught up and lost in all of our vices
In your pose as the dust settled around us
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city we love
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feels like
Nothing changed at all
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feels like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?"
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