breathe in, this feeling
What stories would old bones tell us?
What stories would they sing?
I can feel my soul screaming
But my head won't let it in
I wonder if it felt like this, Rome falling way back when.
Anger, fear and déjà vu
This is a dance that we’ve done before
Fierce pride in what could have been
Regret tastes bitter on my tongue
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