| We both lie silently still in the dead of the night
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| Although we both lie close together, we feel miles apart inside
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| Was it something I said, or I did?
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| Did my words not come out right?
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| Though I tried not to hurt you, though I tried
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| But, I guess that’s why they say
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| Every rose, has its thorn
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| Just like every night has its dawn
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| Just like every cowboy, sings a sad, sad song
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| Every rose has its thorn
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| yea it does
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| I listened to her favorite song
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| Its play’en ont he radio
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| where the dj says love is a game of
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| easy come and easy go
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| but I wonder, does he know?
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| has he ever felt like this?
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| And I know that you would be here right now
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| if I only let you know somehow
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| I guess, every rose has its thorn
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| Just like every night has its dawn
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| Just like every cowboy, sings a sad, sad, song
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| every rose has its thorn
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| though its been awile now
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| i can still feel so much pain
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| like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
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| but the scar, that scar remains
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| I know I could have saved out love that night,
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| if I would have known what to say
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| instead of making love
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| we both made our seperate ways
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| And now i hear you found someone new
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| and that I never meant that much to you
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| To hear that tears me up inside
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| and to see you cuts me like a knife
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| I guess every rose
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| has its thorn
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| just like every night
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| has its dawn
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| just like every cowboy
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| sings a sad, sad, song
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| Every Rose Has Its Thorn |