Black Rose

E
  Counting days 'til it's over, my friends,'til it's over, my friends, count along
E
  Counting days 'til it's over, my friends 'til it's over, my friends, count along
Dbm
  Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more
                                         A
Self destructive on a rollercoaster fireball
Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says
E                          B
  She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery
Dbm
  Left my heart on the shelf for way too long
                                              A
Sick and tired, picking up from the dirty floor
                                       B
I saw the line of snakes that came to me
             E
So innocent were the days
               Dbm
The taste of good memories
              A                      B
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
Dbm
  No more broken dreams I feel like a loaded gun
                                            A
Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control
Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says
E                          B
  She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery
Dbm
  Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot do it right
                                               A
Can't call the doctor, he's as sick as you and I
                                       B
I saw the line of snakes that came to me
              E
So innocent were the days
               Dbm
The taste of good memories
              A                      B
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
            E
So innocent were the days
               Dbm
The taste of good memories
              A                      B
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
( E  E )
E
  Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
          E
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
E
  Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
          E
'Til it's over, my friends count along
E
  Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
          E
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
E
  Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
          E
'Til it's over that thing called love

Dbm  Dbm  Dbm  Dbm
       A  A  E  B
       Dbm  Dbm  Dbm  Dbm
       A  A  B  B
             E
So innocent were the days
               Dbm
The taste of good memories
              A                      B
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
            E
So innocent were the days
               Dbm
The taste of good memories
              A                      B
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
( E  E  Dbm  Dbm )
( A  A  B  B )
               A                B
Please let it grow, where it belongs
              E                         Dbm
There in the dark where the shadows are born
           A             B                E                   A
Leave it alone. I'm sure it will find its way to redeem and blossom
           A  B                                 E
'Cause I know..., the black rose will find its home

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