Roses Are Not Red

| Am         | F          | C     G/B   | Am    E*   |

              Am   F                    C         G/B      Am
Roses are not red,   a still life never   growing,
    E                      Am    F                       C         G/B     Am   E
the sun is not a source of light   and the wind will not   be blowing.
           F          E                        Am     G     D*
Birds will die in the sky, the sky that is not   blue,
                    F    E*                                 Am       E
everything is as it was:   I never loved you, I never loved   you.

              Am   F                      C         G/B      Am
Roses are not red,   the rain is not been   falling,
    E                  Am   F                  C         G/B     Am     E
and telephones ring unaware   of why we bother calling.
       F                E                            Am     G     D*
No one there would ever care to hear what we've been through,
                     Am     E*                                 Am       E
everything is in its place,   I never loved you, I never loved   you.

     F        G                         C                 G/B     Am   E
Your face, so unremarkable, could never light this lonely town,
     F      G                           C                 G/B     Am   E
your voice, all but forgotten, does not echo every single sound.
     F                                        G
Your eyes without expression, there's nothing special in that case,
    Am       G           D*
so, why do I spend every night
F                                      E*
dreaming of the things I'll never miss?

                   Am     F                               C         G/B     Am
No joy as spring arrives,   there's nothing sad about you   leaving,
    E                       Am    F                         C       G/B     Am
and I will live my life the same,   maybe this time without breathing.
    E                  F               E
So, look through these eyes that never cried,
                              Am     G     D*
and any fool could see what's   true:
              Am                                    E*              Am        F
roses are not red, roses are not red, roses are not red and I never   loved you.
              Am                                    E*              Am*
Roses are not red, roses are not red, roses are not red and I never loved you.

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