I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away with nothing to show
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we lost
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from abo-o-o-o-ove
But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
We were caught up and lost in all of our vices
In your pose as the dust settles around us
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we lost
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from abo-o-o-o-ove
But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel 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 road to all our sins?
Oh, where did we begin,
The road to all our sins?
Oh, where did we begin,
The road to all our sins?
Oh, where did we begin,
The road to all our sins?
But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
If you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?

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