G | |
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We both lie silently still in the |
C(add9 | |
dead of the night. Although we |
G | |
both lie close together we feel |
C(add9 | |
miles apart inside. Was it |
G | C(add9 | |
something I said | or something I did? Did my |
G | C(add9 | |
words not come out right? | Though I |
D | |
tried not to hurt you, though I |
C | |
tried. But I guess that's why they say |
G | |
ev'ry rose has its |
C(add9 | |
thorn, just like |
G | |
ev'ry night has its |
C(add9 | |
dawn. Just like |
G | D | |
ev'ry | cowboy sings his |
C | G | |
sad, sad | song |
ev'ry rose has its |
C | |
thorn. |
G | |
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C(add9 | |
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G | |
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C(add9 | |
........................... I |
G | |
listen to our favourite song paying on the |
C(add9 | |
radio hear the |
G | |
D.J. say love's a game of easy come and |
C(add9 | |
easy go. But I |
G | C(add9 | |
wonder does he | know, has he |
G | C(add9 | |
ever felt like | this? And I |
D | |
know that you'd be right now if I |
C | |
could've let you know somehow. I guess |
G | |
ev'ry rose has its |
C(add9 | |
thorn, just like |
G | |
ev'ry night has its |
C(add9 | |
dawn. Just like |
G | D | |
ev'ry | cowboy sings his |
C | G | |
sad, sad | song |
ev'ry rose has its |
C(add9 | |
thorn. |
Em | D | |
Though it's been a wh | ile now I can |
C | G | |
still feel so much pa | in. |
Em | D | |
Like the knife thats cut | s you, the wound heals, |
C | |
but the scar, that scar re- |
G | mains | C(add9 | |
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G | |
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G | |
I know I could have saved our love that night if I'd |
C(add9 | |
known what to say |
G | |
Instead of making love we both |
C(add9 | |
made our separate ways. Now I |
G | C(add9 | |
hear you've found some | body new and |
G | C | |
that I never meant that | much to you. To |
D | |
hear thattears me up inside and to |
C | |
see you cuts me like a knife. I guess |
G | |
ev'ry rose has its |
C(add9 | |
thorn, just like |
G | |
ev'ry night has its |
C(add9 | |
dawn. Just like |
G | D | |
ev'ry | cowboy sings his |
C(add9 | G | |
sad, sad | song |
ev'ry rose has its |
C(add9 | |
thorn. |
D | G |
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