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 somethin' I did? Did my words not come out right?
tho' I tried not to hurt you, tho' 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 a 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 known what to say, instead of making love
we both made our separate ways... Now I hear you've 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.
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