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DbmTurn around there's those eyes again.
ATurn around fake indifference and I.
DbmWatch their cold, dark silhouettes disapApear.
DbmA hundred bodies fill this room.
AAnd all their faces overdone.
DbmPain is foreign, foreign to Aus.
DbmI don't Beven Aknow you.
DbmYou won't Beven Aknow I'm gone.
GbWas it something I did Awrong? Am
ERoses, Broses Acold.Am
ERoses, Broses Asold out.Am
DbmTurn around reds and whites again.
AI'd sell my kicks for one more low tar.
DbmFevers hand in hand with shoelace Abracelets.
DbmWhy are some girls so naive?
AHe didn't unbutton your blouse to see.
DbmA better view of your heart.
Oh yeah, can't blame you for Atrying.
DbmI don't Beven Aknow you.
DbmYou won't Beven Aknow I'm gone.
GbWas it something I did Awrong? Am
ERoses, Broses Acold.Am
ERoses, Broses Asold out.Am
ERoses, Broses Acold.Am
ERoses, Broses Asold out.Am
DbmSing it Asoft.
Make it Bslow.
Apples Aparachute
the Bboys back down.
DbmFill it Aup.
BOverflow.
A new, Aimproved modern Bway to feel.
DbmI don't Beven Aknow you.
DbmYou won't Beven Aknow I'm gone.
GbWas it something I did Awrong? Am
GbWas it something I did Awrong? Am
GbWas it something I did Awrong?