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Poison - Every Rose Has Its Thorn

We both lie silently still in the dead of the night Although we both lie close together we feel miles apart inside Was it somethin' I said or something I did? Did my words not come out right? Though I tried not to hurt you Though I tried But I guess that's why they say Every rose has its thorn Just like every night has its dawn Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song Every rose has its thorn Yeah, it does I listen to our favorite song playin' on the radio Hear the DJ say love's a game of easy come and easy go But I wonder does he know Has he ever felt like this And I know that you'd be here right now If I could have let you know somehow I guess Every rose has its thorn Just like every night has its dawn Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song Every rose has its thorn Though it's been a while now I can still feel so much pain Like the knife that cuts you the wound heals But the scar, that scar remains I know I could have saved our love that night If I'd know what to say Instead of making love We both made our separate ways And now I hear you found somebody new And that I never meant that much to you To hear that tears me up inside And to see you cuts me like a knife, I guess Every rose has its thorn Just like every night has its dawn Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song Every rose has its thorn

NO WARNINGS, EVERYTHING IT´S ALL RIGHT.

Not in the book.

Mechanics

Not in the chair.

No one is hungry angry.

Things happen naturally.

Don't marry them for love, my dear They're all just rotten swine And if they know you love 'em Then they will rob you blind But if their bank account is fat And they're all fairly kind Then that's a man, Polly dear To marry every time The marrying kind, the marrying kind Don't marry them for lust, my dear Their lust will soon dim And then there's no money, dear There's nothing left to win But if their bank account is fat And they're all fairly kind Then that's a man, Polly dear To marry every time The marrying kind, the marrying kind Just marry for them for money, dear It makes the world go round And if their conversation's dull Don't let it get you down If their bank account is fat Let your... fingers wrap around Money, money, money, money It makes the world go round; Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Makes the world go round; Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Makes the world go round; Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Makes the world go round; Yes, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Makes the world go round The marrying kind, the marrying kind ...

Once Bitten Twice $hy

Easy comes easy goes.