Every Rose Has Its Thorn - Poison


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We both lie si

              
lently still i

       
n the dead of 

the night 
             
although we bo

              
th lie close t

              
ogether we fee

  
l miles apart 

inside 
             
was it somethi

             
ng i said or s

              
omething i did

             
,did my words 

             
not come out r

ight
             
though i tried

              
 not to hurt y

          
ou, though i t

ried

but i guess th

at's why they 

say

             
every rose has

     
 its thorn
             
just like ever

              
y night has it

  
s dawn
             
just like ever

             
y cowboy sings

             
 his same old 

   
sad song
             
every rose has

     
 its thorn

             
i listen to ou

              
r favourite so

              
ng playing on 

    
the radio
             
hear the DJ sa

              
y loves a game

              
 of easy come 

     
and easy go
             
but i wonder d

     
oes he know
             
has it ever fe

        
lt like this
             
and i know tha

          
t you'd be her

e right now
    
if i could hav

e let you know

 some how

i guess

             
every rose has

     
 its thorn
             
just like ever

              
y night has it

  
s dawn
             
just like ever

             
y cowboy sings

             
 his same old 

   
sad song
             
every rose has

     
 its thorn

            
though it's be

     
en a while now

 
             
i can still fe

         
el so much pai

n
            
like a knife t

        
hat cuts you t

he wound heals

but the scar, 

that scar rema

ins

             
i know i could

              
 have saved ou

    
r love that ni

ght 
      
if i'd known w

hat to say

instead of mak

ing love
      
we both made o

ur separate wa

ys

             
and know i hea

            
r you found so

mebody new
             
and that i nev

             
er meant that 

much to you 
             
to hear that t

           
ears me up ins

ide 

and to see you

 cuts me like 

a knife

i guess

             
every rose has

     
 its thorn
             
just like ever

              
y night has it

  
s dawn
             
just like ever

             
y cowboy sings

             
 his same old 

   
sad song
             
every rose has

     
 its thorn