Capo 6

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Today I would learn the art of leaving earth 

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the calculus of sin and salvation 


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The war I waged with death was far above my head, 

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the winds of Heaven met the gates of Hell. 

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The angels sang eternally, while the demons were encouraging 

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all that was inside of me to give up hope. 


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This is how it feels, this is how it feels. 

 D       E     F#m      D       E     D        D 
This is how it feels, this is how it feels. 


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You were standing there, running a brush through your blonde hair, 

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unconcerned with the affair, because you had faith. 

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But I wish it came so easily to a boy afraid of everything, 

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but this felt like an awakening, it felt so free. 


 D       E     F#m      D       E     F#m 
This is how it feels, this is how it feels. 

 D       E     F#m      D       E     F#m 
This is how it feels, this is how it feels. 

 D       E     F#m      D       E     D     D 
This is how it feels, this is how it feels. 


A   D 


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When the hourglass drained, I swear my world was shuttering. 

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When the hourglass drained, I swear I felt the summer rain. 

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When the hourglass drained, I swear it was my wedding day. 

          A                                         D                                  A 
When the hourglass drained, I found what I'd been missing.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... 


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This is how it feels, this is how it feels. 

                D                      A                      D        D 
This is how it feels, this is how it feels, this is how it feels... 


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For thy mortal self shall die, but from the grave we will arise 

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and death will be described as a paper ghost.