Every Rose Has It's Thorn

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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 something i did
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Did my words not come out right
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Oh i tried not to hurt you, Oh i tried but i guess thats why they say

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Every rose has its thorn, just like
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every night has its dawn, just like
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every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
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Every rose has its thorn

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I listen to our favorite song, playing on the radio, hear the
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D.J. says loves a game of easy come and easy go. But I
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wonder does he know, has he ever felt like this? And I
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know that you'd be here right now if I
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could only let you know some how, I guess

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Every rose has its thorn, just like
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every night has its dawn, just like
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every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
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Every rose has its thorn

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Though its been a while now I can still feel so much pain
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Like a knife that cuts you, the wound heals, but the scar,
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that scar, that scar remains

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I know I could've saved the love that night if I'd known what to say
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Instead of making love we both made our seperate ways, Now I
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hear you found somebody new and that I never meant that much to you. To
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hear that tears me up inside and to see you cuts me like a knife. I guess

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Every rose has its thorn, just like
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every night has its dawn, just like
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every cowboy sings a sad sad song
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Every rose has its thorn

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