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I'd scream this song right in your face
if you were here, swear I won't miss a beat.
Cause I never, never have before.
From up here the city lights burn like a thousand
miles of fire, and I'm here to sing this anthem of our dying day.
Of our dying day.
Of our dying day.
Of our dying day.

For a second I wish the tide, would
swallow every inch of this city, as you gasp for
air tonight. From up here these city lights burn like a thousand miles of fire
and I'm here to sing this anthem of our dying day.