Black Rose

[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
Self destructive on a rollercoaster 
     A
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
Sick and tired, picking up from the 
          A
dirty floor
I saw the line of snakes that came 
    B
to me

             E
So innocent were the days
               Dbm
The taste of good memories
              A                    
A bag full of hope that was only 
  B
for me and you

Dbm
  No more broken dreams I feel like 
a loaded gun
Spitting bullets at your armor of 
          A
mind control

Cut her tongue, don't believe a word
 she says
E                          B
  She's on a hunt, cooking cooking 
cooking misery

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Dbm
  Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot 
do it right
Can't call the doctor, he's as sick 
           A
as you and I
I saw the line of snakes that came 
    B
to me

              E
So innocent were the days
               Dbm
The taste of good memories
              A                    
A bag full of hope that was only 
  B
for me and you

            E
So innocent were the days
               Dbm
The taste of good memories
              A                    
A bag full of hope that was only 
  B
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                    
A bag full of hope that was only 
  B
for me and you

            E
So innocent were the days
               Dbm
The taste of good memories
              A                    
A bag full of hope that was only 
  B
for me and you

( E  E  Dbm  Dbm )
( A  A  B  B )

               A                B
Please let it grow, where it belongs
              E                    
There in the dark where the shadows
     Dbm
 are born
           A             B     
Leave it alone. I'm sure it will 
           E                   A
find its way to redeem and blossom
           A  B                
'Cause I know..., the black rose 
                 E
will find its home