| Still my heart the dawn is filled with tears
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| I never thought that I would find you here
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| Wait for me, be merciful, be kind
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| Embrace the joy in pain when love is blind
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| And if you cry just know that I would never say goodbye
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| If you speak of me just by chance
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| Or hear me calling through your next romance
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| I am the thorn that wants to be the closest to the rose you are
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| Kind of blue, be virtuous at best to know the pain of too much tenderness
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| And if you cry just know that I could never tell a lie
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| If you hear my voice just by chance
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| Or feel me touch you in a lover’s dance
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| I am the thorn that wants to be the closest to the rose you are
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| I am the thorn that wants to be the closest to the rose you are
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| And if you cry just know that I would never say goodbye
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| If you speak of me just by chance
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| Or hear me calling through your next romance
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| I am the thorn that wants to be the closest to the rose you are
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| I am the thorn that has to be the closest to the rose you are
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| It’s always darkest just before the dawn |