C#mTurn around there's those eyes again. 


{A}Turn around fake indifference and I. 


C#mWatch their cold, dark silhouettes disap{A}pear. 


C#m}A hundred bodies fill this room. 


{A}And all their faces overdone. 


C#mPain is foreign, foreign to {A}us. 


C#mI don't {B}even {A}know you. 


C#mYou won't {B}even {A}know I'm gone. 


F#Was it something I did {A}wrong?  Am 


{E}Roses, {B}roses {A}cold.{Am} 


{E}Roses, {B}roses {A}sold out.{Am} 


C#mTurn around reds and whites again. 


{A}I'd sell my kicks for one more low tar. 


C#mFevers hand in hand with shoelace {A}bracelets. 


C#mWhy are some girls so naive? 


{A}He didn't unbutton your blouse to see. 


C#mA better view of your heart. 


Oh yeah, can't blame you for {A}trying. 


C#mI don't {B}even {A}know you. 


C#mYou won't {B}even {A}know I'm gone. 


F#Was it something I did {A}wrong?  Am 


{E}Roses, {B}roses {A}cold.{Am} 


{E}Roses, {B}roses {A}sold out.{Am} 


{E}Roses, {B}roses {A}cold.{Am} 


{E}Roses, {B}roses {A}sold out.{Am} 


C#mSing it {A}soft. 


Make it {B}slow. 


Apples {A}parachute 


the {B}boys back down. 


C#mFill it {A}up. 


{B}Overflow. 


A new, {A}improved modern {B}way to feel. 


C#mI don't {B}even {A}know you. 


C#mYou won't {B}even {A}know I'm gone. 


F#Was it something I did {A}wrong?  Am 


F#Was it something I did {A}wrong?  Am 


F#Was it something I did {A}wrong?