Every Rose Has It's Thorn

(intro) G Cadd9

(verso 1)
    G                              Cadd9
We both lie silently still, in the dead of the night.
             G                                Cadd9
Although we both lie close together, we feel miles apart inside.
         G                   Cadd9
Was it something I said, or something I did,
         G                Cadd9
did my words not come out right?
          D                              C
Though I tried not to hurt you, yeah I tried, but I guess that's why they say

(refrão)
G                   Cadd9
Every rose has its thorn.
           G                  Cadd9
Just like every night has its dawn.
           G      D             C
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song.
 G                   C
Every rose has its thorn.

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(verso 2)
G                                            Cadd9
Listen to our favorite song, playing on the radio.
         G                                    Cadd9
Well the DJ says loves a game of easy come and  easy go.
       G              Cadd9         G              Cadd9
But I wonder, does he know, has he ever felt like this.
        D                                     C
Well I know that you'd be here right now if I

coulda let you know somehow, I guess

(refrão)
  Em                 D               C                 G
Though it's been awhile now, I can still feel so much pain.
 Em                 D                     C                              G
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals, but the scar, that scar remains

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Em    G     Em   G
Every rose every rose
Em               C
Every rose has it's thorn

(verso 3)
   G                                            Cadd9
I know I coulda saved our love that night if I'd     known what to say.
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  Instead of making love we both  made our separate ways.
             G                   Cadd9          G                       Cadd9
 And now I hear you've found somebody new, and that I never meant that much to you.
     D                                  C
 To hear that tears me up inside, and to see you cuts me like a knife, I guess

G                   Cadd9
Every rose has its thorn.(Every rose, every rose, every)
           G                  Cadd9
Just like every night has its dawn.
           G      D             C
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song.
 G                   C
Every rose has its thorn yeah