Roses Are Not Red

| Am         | F          | C     

G/B   | Am    E*   |

[Verse 1]
              Am   F              
Roses are not red,   a still life 
      C         G/B      Am
never   growing,
    E                      Am    
the sun is not a source of light 
F                       C 
  and the wind will not   be 
        G/B     Am   E
blowing.
           F          E           
Birds will die in the sky, the sky
             Am     G     D*
 that is not   blue,
                    F    E*       
everything is as it was:   I never
                          Am       E
 loved you, I never loved   you.

[Verse 2]
              Am   F              
Roses are not red,   the rain is 
        C         G/B      Am
not been   falling,
    E                  Am   F    
and telephones ring unaware   of 
              C         G/B     
why we bother calling.
Am     E

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       F                E         
No one there would ever care to 
                   Am     G     D*
hear what we've been through,
                     Am     E*
everything is in its place,   I 
never loved you, I never loved   
Am       E
you.

[Bridge]
     F        G                   
Your face, so unremarkable, could 
      C                 G/B     
never light this lonely town,
Am   E

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

[Verse 3]
                   Am     F       
No joy as spring arrives,   
                        C      
there's nothing sad about you   
   G/B     Am
leaving,
    E                       Am    
and I will live my life the same, 
F                         C       
  maybe this time without 
G/B     Am
breathing.
    E                  F       
So, look through these eyes that 
        E
never cried,
and any fool could see what's   
Am     G     D*
true:
              Am                
roses are not red, roses are not 
                    E*             
red, roses are not red and I never 
 Am        F
  loved you.
              Am                
Roses are not red, roses are not 
                    E*             
red, roses are not red and I never 
 Am*
loved you.