Текст песни Volbeat - Black Rose

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends 'Til it's over, my friends, count along Counting days 'til it's over, my friends ‘Til it's over, my friends, count along Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more Self destructive on a rollercoaster fireball Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery Left my heart on the shelf for way too long Sick and tired, picking up from the dirty floor I saw the line of snakes that came to me So innocent were the days The taste of good memories A bag full of hope that was Only for me and you No more broken dreams I feel like a loaded gun Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot do it right Can't call the doctor, he's as sick as you and I I saw the line of snakes that came to me So innocent were the days The taste of good memories A bag full of hope that was Only for me and you So innocent were the days The taste of good memories A bag full of hope that was Only for me and you Counting days ‘til it's over, my friends ‘Til it's over, my friends, count along Counting days 'til it's over, my friends ‘Til it's over, my friends count along Counting days ‘til it's over, my friends 'Til it's over, my friends, count along Counting days 'til it's over, my friends ‘Til it's over that thing called love So innocent were the days, The taste of good memories A bag full of hope that was Only for me and you So innocent were the days, The taste of good memories A bag full of hope that was Only for me and you Please let it grow, where it belongs There in the dark where the shadows are born Leave it alone. I'm sure it will find its way to redeem and blossom ‘Cause I know, the black rose will find its home
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