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Capo: 4 Tuning:
Original is in G#m, or Am tuned down 1/2-step. This is an acoustic arrangement. CAPO 4 ORDER: I V1 C1 V2 C2 INT1 BD B INT2 FC1 FC2 [INTRO] Em | C B | Em | C B n.c. | (full band) Em | C B | Em | C B | Em | C B | Em | C n.c. | [VERSE 1]
Em This city Cgrieves like Bwidows claEmsping folded flagsC againstB their hearts Em Raindrops Cspill like Bdirt and roGses on black coB7ffins in the dark Em Not yet Ccorpses, Bstill we Emrot, obliviousC to ourB decay Em Drinking Cpoison Bdrop by Gdrop, destined to dieB
[CHORUS 1]
Unless we Emsave our lives from the Ccoming tide That seeks to Gdrown us in its wavesB But if we Emsell our soul for the Cchance of gold Then we'll Grue each passing day B
[VERSE 2]
Em And I swear this Cplace once Bwas alive Em The streets, all Cpulsed like Bliving veins Em Heart worth Cbeating, Bcoarse with blood G The buildings Bbreathe each time they sway Em The time ofC death,B Em punctuCated byB the bells Em The sky turnedC red,B G then came the rainB
[CHORUS 2] n.c. Em C Come on, let's save our lives from the coming tide
That seeks to Gdrown us in its wavesB But if we Emsell our soul for the Cchance of gold Then we'll Grue each passing day B
[INTERLUDE 1] Em | C B | Em | C B | Em | C B | Em | C B | [BREAKDOWN]
They Emdrown, Bmthey'll Ccrush you Bfrom the Emtop BmI'd Crather Bdie, EmI Bmwould Crather Bchase them Gdown.B These Emworlds Bmare Ccrashing Bforward,Em they Bmtry to Cset aBlight EmBuilt Bmour Ctrue fates Bwhile they GdrownB
[BRIDGE]
C Like fallen Bmsoldiers Gon D/F#these Emfields, we Dspared our Clives Bodies Bmhurled upGon D/F#the Emwheels, I Dswear we Ctried I Bmcame uGpon D/F#this EmgodforDsaken Csight, and Bmfelt it all pass Emby
[INTERLUDE 2] ( Em ) | C B | Em | C B | Em | C B | Em | C [FINAL CHORUS 1] n.c. Em C Come on, let's save our lives from the coming tide
That seeks to Gdrown us in its wavesB But if we Emsell our soul for the Cchance of gold Then we'll Grue each passing day B
[FINAL CHORUS 2]
So Emsave our... Our lives, it's Ccoming clear Yeah, it's Gbecoming clear to meB We'll never Emsell our soul for the Cchance of gold And we'll Glive each passing day B