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Capo 0
[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
C#m
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
C#m
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
C#m
The taste of good memories
A B
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
C#m
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
C#m
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
C#m
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
C#m
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] C#m C#m C#m C#m
A A E B
C#m C#m C#m C#m
A A B B
E
So innocent were the days
C#m
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
C#m
The taste of good memories
A B
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
( E E C#m C#m )
( A A B B )
A B
Please let it grow, where it belongs
E C#m
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
Composição: Michael Poulsen
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