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I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away with blood and gore
And the tributes kept tumbling down
In the arena that we hate
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
Or if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You're there again?
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 kills
In your pose as the dust settled around us
And the tributes kept tumbling down
In the arena that we hate
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
Or if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You're there again?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
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Oh where do we begin?
The Capitol or our sins?
Oh oh where do we begin?
The Capitol or our sins?
And the tributes kept tumbling down
In the arena that we hate
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
Or if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You're there again?
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 you're there again?
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