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Intro:
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Counting days ?til it?s over, my friends,?til it?s over, my friends, count along
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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
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
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 |
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
Written by Michael Poulsen