Story of the Year - Anthem of our dying day

The stars will c^Emry, The blackest tears ton^Cmaj7ight. ^Asus2/C And this is the m^Emoment that I live for, I can ^Cmaj7smell the ocean a^Asus2/Cir. Here I a^Emm, Pouring my heart onto these ^Cmaj7roofto^Asus2/Cps. J^Emust a ghost to the world, That's ex^C5actly, exactly what I need.

^G From up here the city l^D/F#ights burn, Like a thousand miles of f^Emire. And I'm here to sing this A^Bmnthem ^COf our Dying D^Emay.

For a second I wish the t^Cmaj7ide, ^Asus2/C Would swallow e^Emvery inch of this city, As you g^Cmaj7asp for air toni^Asus2/Cght. I'd scream this s^Emong, Right in your face if you w^Cmaj7ere he^Asus2/Cre. Swear I w^Emont miss a b^Bmeat,^G Cause I n^C5ever, never have bef^G5ore.

From up here the city l^D/F#ights burn, Like a thousand miles of f^Emire. And I'm here to sing this A^Bmnthem ^COf our Dying D^E5ay... ^COf our dying d^E5ay... ^COf our dying... d^E5ay... ^C5Of our dying!

^Em For a second I wish the t^Cmaj7ide ^Asus2/C Would swallow e^E5very inch of this city, As you g^C5asp for air tonight...

^G From up here these city l^D/F#ights burn, Like a thousand miles of f^Emire. And I'm here to sing this A^B5nthem ^C5Of our Dying Day. ^G5 From up here these city l^D5ights burn, Like a thousand miles of f^E5ire. And I'm here to sing this A^B5nthem ^C5Of our Dying Day. ^G5 From up here these city l^D5ights burn, Like a thousand miles of f^E5ire. And I'm here to sing this A^B5nthem ^C5Of our Dying D^E5ay... Our ^C5dying d^E5ay... Of our d^C5ying...