Artist: Courrier
Song: Paper Ghost
Tabbed by: Nathan Grosse (stripeythecrab@gmail.com)

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CAPO 6:

A


  A                     F#m
Today I would learn the art of leaving earth

    E                      D
the calculus of sin and salvation


A  F#m  E  D


     A                         F#m
The war I waged with death was far above my head,

     E                               D
the winds of Heaven met the gates of Hell.

    A                               F#m
The angels sang eternally, while the demons were encouraging

 E                          D
all that was inside of me to give up hope.


 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  F#m  E  D


 A                                 F#m
You were standing there, running a brush through your blonde hair,

 E                                   D
unconcerned with the affair, because you had faith.

       A                            F#m
But I wish it came so easily to a boy afraid of everything,

    E                               D
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


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

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

          A                                     D
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...


                D                      A
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...


         A                                   F#m
For thy mortal self shall die, but from the grave we will arise

     E                                 D
and death will be described as a paper ghost.



There we go!  I hope you enjoy these chords, and comment on any corrections you find!  
Thanks for looking!