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Bastille «Pompeii». ТЕКСТ ПЕСНИ

Пой с друзьями
Слова: Daniel Smith
Музыка: Daniel Smith
© ООО «Юниверсал Мьюзик Паблишинг»
℗ CDCom Publishing
 I was left to my own devi-i-i-ices. 
 Many days fell away with nothing to show. 

 And the walls kept tumbling down, 
 In the city that we lo-o-o-ove... 
 Great clouds roll over the hills, 
 Bringing darkness from abo-o-o-ove...

 But if you close your eyes, 
 Does it almost feel like 
 Nothing changed at all? 
 And if you close your e-eyes, 
 Does it almost feel like 
 You've been here befo-ore? 

 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 lo-o-o-ove... 
 Great clouds roll over the hills, 
 Bringing darkness from abo-o-o-ove...

 But if you close your eyes, 
 Does it almost feel like 
 Nothing changed at all? 
 And if you close your e-eyes, 
 Does it almost feel like 
 You've been here befo-ore? 

 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? 
 Oh, where do we begin the rubble or our sins? 

 And the walls kept tumbling down, 
 In the city that we lo-o-o-ove... 
 Great clouds roll over the hills, 
 Bringing darkness from abo-o-o-ove...

 But if you close your eyes, 
 Does it almost feel like 
 Nothing changed at all? 
 And if you close your e-eyes, 
 Does it almost feel like 
 You've been here befo-ore? 

 How am I gonna be an optimist about this? 
 How am I gonna be an optimist about this? 

 If you close your e-eyes, 
 Does it almost feel like 
 Nothing changed at a-a-all? 

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