Volbeat

Volbeat

Black Rose
Composição de (Michael Poulsen)
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 

verse 1 

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 


[Refrão]
N.C 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 verse 2 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
[Refrão]
N.C 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 Bridge 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 |
[Refrão]
N.C 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 Break |E |E |Dbm |Dbm | |A |A |B |B | Outro 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

Enviado por: Luciano Camargo

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