Black Roses

Joe Bonamassa

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    Stand still man, you'd better not flinch
    Vase full of gasoline and a seven-year itch
    It's vast out here in no-mans land
    All you got left is in your hands

    Dead flowers, I got 'em by the dozen
    Dead flowers, ain't no discussion
    Black roses without water
    Can't live here for too long

    Anytime I try to call her, the phone rings on and on and on
    Black roses petals falling, I know there is something wrong
    When you see it's me who's calling, the phone rings on and one and on

    Taking my troubles from door to door
    No one wants to know about it anymore
    Another one closes, slammed in my face
    But I keep knocking just in case

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    Dead flowers, I got 'em by the dozen
    Dead flowers, ain't no discussion
    Black roses without water
    Can't live here for too long

    Anytime I try to call her, the phone rings on and on and on
    Black roses petals falling, I know there is something wrong
    When you see it's me who's calling, the phone rings on and one and on

    Made a deal with a devil, now it's time to stand and be counted
    Dug your own grave, and you can't do a thing about it

    Handful of petals strewn across the bed
    Lost in a moment, forgot what was said
    Nothing more evil than a woman scorned
    I'm laying here bleeding with my crown of thorns

    Dead flowers, I got 'em by the dozen
    Dead flowers, ain't no discussion
    Black roses without water
    Can't live here for too long

    Anytime I try to call her, the phone rings on and on and on
    Black roses petals falling, I know there is something wrong
    When you see it's me who's calling, the phone rings on and one and on

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    Composición: House James Andrew, Hambridge Tom, Joe Bonamassa y Kevin Shirley

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