Roses

	  		Intro (E A) 

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Turn around there's those eyes again. 
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Turn around fake indifference and I. 
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Watch their cold, dark silhouettes disappear. 
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A hundred bodies fill this room. 
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And all their faces overdone. 
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Pain is foreign, foreign to us. 

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I don't even know you. 
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You won't even know I'm gone. 
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Was it something I did wrong? 

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Roses, roses cold. 
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Roses, roses sold out. 

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Turn around reds and whites again. 
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I'd sell my kicks for one more low tar. 
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Fevers hand in hand with shoelace bracelets.  
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Why are some girls so naive? 
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He didn't unbutton your blouse to see. 
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A better view of your heart. 
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Oh yeah, can't blame you for trying. 

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I don't even know you. 
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You won't even know I'm gone. 
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Was it something I did wrong? 

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Roses, roses cold. 
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Roses, roses sold out. 

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Sing it soft. 
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Make it slow. 
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Apples parachutethe boys back down. 
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Fill it up. 
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Overflow. 
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A new, improved modern way to feel. 

E            A 
I don't even know you. 
E               A 
You won't even know I'm gone. 
A                     Am 
Was it something I did wrong? 
A                     Am 
Was it something I did wrong? 
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Was it something I did wrong?