Roses

(início)

C#m
Turn around there's those eyes again.
A
Turn around fake indifference and I.
C#m                                     A
Watch their cold, dark silhouettes disappear.
C#m
A hundred bodies fill this room.
A
And all their faces overdone.
C#m                         A
Pain is foreign, foreign to us.
C#m     B    A
I don't even know you.
C#m       B    A
You won't even know I'm gone.
F#                     A       Am
Was it something I did wrong?
E      B     A    Am
Roses, roses cold.
E      B     A        Am
Roses, roses sold out.
C#m
Turn around reds and whites again.
A
I'd sell my kicks for one more low tar.
C#m                               A
Fevers hand in hand with shoelace bracelets.
C#m
Why are some girls so naive?
A
He didn't unbutton your blouse to see.
C#m
A better view of your heart.
                             A
Oh yeah, can't blame you for trying.
C#m     B    A
I don't even know you.
C#m       B    A
You won't even know I'm gone.
F#                     A       Am
Was it something I did wrong?
E      B     A    Am
Roses, roses cold.
E      B     A        Am
Roses, roses sold out.
E      B     A    Am
Roses, roses cold.
E      B     A        Am
Roses, roses sold out.
C#m     A
Sing it soft.
        B
Make it slow.
       A
Apples parachute
    B
the boys back down.
C#m     A
Fill it up.
B
Overflow.
       A               B
A new, improved modern way to feel.
C#m     B    A
I don't even know you.
C#m       B    A
You won't even know I'm gone.
F#                     A       Am
Was it something I did wrong?
F#                     A       Am
Was it something I did wrong?
F#                     A
Was it something I did wrong?