Dbm Turn around there's those eyes again. A Turn around fake indifference and I. Dbm A Watch their cold, dark silhouettes disappear. Dbm A hundred bodies fill this room. A And all their faces overdone. Dbm A Pain is foreign, foreign to us. Dbm B A I don't even know you. Dbm B A You won't even know I'm gone. Gb A Am Was it something I did wrong? E B A Am Roses, roses cold. E B A Am Roses, roses sold out. Dbm Turn around reds and whites again. A I'd sell my kicks for one more low tar. Dbm A Fevers hand in hand with shoelace bracelets. Dbm Why are some girls so naive? A He didn't unbutton your blouse to see. Dbm A better view of your heart. A Oh yeah, can't blame you for trying. Dbm B A I don't even know you. Dbm B A You won't even know I'm gone. Gb A Am Was it something I did wrong? E B A Am Roses, roses cold. E B A Am Roses, roses sold out. E B A Am Roses, roses cold. E B A Am Roses, roses sold out. Dbm A Sing it soft. B Make it slow. A Apples parachute B the boys back down. Dbm A Fill it up. B Overflow. A B A new, improved modern way to feel. Dbm B A I don't even know you. Dbm B A You won't even know I'm gone. Gb A Am Was it something I did wrong? Gb A Am Was it something I did wrong? Gb A Was it something I did wrong?
