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Every Rose Has It’s Thorn G C

G We both lie silently still in the C dead of the night.
G Although we both lie close together we feel C miles apart inside.

Was it G something I said or C something I did? Did my G words not come out C right?
Though I D tried not to hurt you, though C I tried, But I guess-that’s-why-they- say

CH{ G ev’ry rose has its C thorn, just like G ev’ry night has its C dawn.
Just like G ev’ry D cowboy sings his C9 sad, sad song
G ev’ry rose has its C thorn.
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G listen to our favourite song playing on the C radio
G hear the D.J. say love’s a game of easy come and C easy go.

G But I wonder does he C know, has he G ever felt like C this?
And I D know that you’d be right now if I could’ve C9 let you know somehow. I guess

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Br{ Em Though it’s been a D while now I can C still feel so much G pain.
Em Like the knife thats D cuts you, the C wound heals,
C but the scar, that scar remains G

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G I know I could have saved our love that night if I’d C known what to say
G Instead of making love we both C made our separate ways.

G Now I hear you’ve found C somebody new and that I G never meant that
C much to you.
To hear that D tears me up inside and to C9 see you cuts me like a knife. I guess

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