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Black Rose

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[00:00.40] Counting days ’til it’s over, my friends

[00:02.41] ’Til it’s over, my friends, count along

[00:06.16] Counting days ’til it’s over, my friends

[00:08.40] ‘Til it’s over, my friends, count along

[00:12.15] Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more

[00:14.90] Self destructive on a rollercoaster fireball

[00:18.41] Cut her tongue, don’t believe a word she says

[00:20.90] She’s on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery

[00:23.90] Left my heart on the shelf for way too long

[00:26.90] Sick and tired, picking up from the dirty floor

[00:30.15] I saw the line of snakes that came to me

[00:34.65] So innocent were the days

[00:37.65] The taste of good memories

[00:40.65] A bag full of hope that was only for me and you

[00:47.65] No more broken dreams

[00:48.91] I feel like a loaded gun

[00:50.40] Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control

[00:53.90] Cut her tongue, don’t believe a word she says

[00:56.41] She’s on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery

[00:59.40] Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot do it right

[01:02.41] Can’t call the doctor, he’s as sick as you and I

[01:05.90] I saw the line of snakes that came to me

[01:10.15] So innocent were the days

[01:13.16] The taste of good memories

[01:15.90] A bag full of hope that was only for me and you

[01:22.16] So innocent were the days

[01:25.15] The taste of good memories

[01:28.16] A bag full of hope that was only for me and you

[01:40.91] Counting days ‘til it’s over, my friends

[01:43.16] ‘Til it’s over, my friends, count along

[01:46.90] Counting days ’til it’s over, my friends

[01:49.15] ‘Til it’s over, my friends count along

[01:52.65] Counting days ‘til it’s over, my friends

[01:55.15] ’Til it’s over, my friends, count along

[01:58.66] Counting days ’til it’s over, my friends

[02:00.90] ‘Til it’s over that thing called love

[02:27.15] So innocent were the days, the taste of good memories

[02:33.15] A bag full of hope that was only for me and you

[02:38.90] So innocent were the days, the taste of good memories

[02:45.16] A bag full of hope that was only for me and you

[03:04.15] Please let it grow, where it belongs

[03:10.15] There in the dark where the shadows are born

[03:16.15] Leave it alone. I’m sure it will find its way

[03:24.40] to redeem and blossom

[03:27.90] ‘Cause I know, the black rose will find its home