Kesang Marstrand - Bodega rose verse: [A]rainy bodega r[E]oses the shop never c[F#m]loses they change shifts at d[D]awn. [A]even in the smallest h[E]ours fresh-cut red flo[F#m]wers but you just wal[D]k on refrain: my l[F#m]ove, my grey-eyed[E] city child, we c[F#m]ouldve grown wild, we co[D]uldve grown wild. But t[A]his is what we[E]...