every rose has it's thorn


but I wonder does he know has he ever felt like this 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..

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