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Black Rose

Volbeat

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[Intro]  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  [Solo] 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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