We both lie silently still in the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together, we feel miles apart inside
Was there something 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 knife has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song, every rose has its thorn
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song, every rose has its thorn
I'm listening to a favorite song playing on the radio
Yeah, the DJ said it was a game of easy come and easy go
But I wonder, does he know, has it ever been like this?
And I know that you would be here right now if I could have let you know somehow
I guess every rose has its thorn, just like every knife has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song, every rose has its thorn
Though it's been a while now, I can still feel so much pain
Loving now because you don't want to lose, but the scar, that scar remains
I know I could have said hello that night if I'd have known what to say
Instead of making love, we both made a several 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 cut me like a knife
I guess every rose has its thorn, just like every knife has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song, every rose has its thorn
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