| The stars will cry,
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| The blackest tears tonight.
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| And this is the moment that I live for,
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| I can smell the ocean air.
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| Here I am,
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| Pouring my heart onto these rooftops.
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| Just a ghost to the world,
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| That’s exactly, exactly what I need.
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| From up here the city lights burn,
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| Like a thousand miles of fire.
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| And I’m here to sing this Anthem
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| Of our Dying Day.
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| For a second I wish the tide
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| Would swallow every inch of this city,
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| As you gasp for air tonight.
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| I’d scream this song,
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| Right in your face if you were here.
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| Swear I wont miss a beat,
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| Cause I never, never have before.
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| From up here the city lights burn,
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| Like a thousand miles of fire.
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| And I’m here to sing this Anthem
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| Of our Dying Day…
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| Of our dying day…
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| Of our dying… day…
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| Of our dying!
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| For a second I wish the tide
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| Would swallow every inch of this city,
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| As you gasp for air tonight…
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| From up here these city lights burn,
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| Like a thousand miles of fire.
|
| And I’m here to sing this Anthem
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| Of our Dying Day.
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| From up here these city lights burn,
|
| Like a thousand miles of fire.
|
| And I’m here to sing this Anthem
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| Of our Dying Day.
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| From up here these city lights burn,
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| Like a thousand miles of fire.
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| And I’m here to sing this Anthem
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| Of our Dying Day…
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| Our dying day…
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| Of our dying… |