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Every rose has its thorn
Every rose has its thorn
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Poison
Poison
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Capo 2 - Intro: [E,A, E, A] + 1st var: D...D.DU.U.UDUDU + 2nd var: D...D.DU.UD.D.DU + 3rd var: D.D.D.DU.UD.DUDU + + Intro: [E, A, E, A] #. [E]We both lie silently still, in the [A]dead of the night. - Although we b[E]oth lie close together, we feel m[A]iles apart inside. + Although we b[E]oth lie close together, we feel [A]miles apart inside. Was it som[E]ething I said, or so[A]mething I did, did my wo[E]rds not come out [A]right? Though I t[B]ried not to hurt you, though I [A]tried, but I guess that's why they say Chorus: [E]Every rose has its t[A]horn. Just like e[E]very night has its [A]dawn. Just like e[E]very cow[B]boy sings a sa[A]d, sad s[E]ong. E[E]very rose has its th[A]orn. Instrumental: [E,A, E, A] #. I [E]listen to our favorite song, playing on the [A]radio. Hear the D[E]J say love's a game of easy come and[A] easy go. But I w[E]onder, does he[A] know, has[E] he ever felt li[A]ke this? And I k[B]now that you'd be here right now if I [A] coulda let you know, somehow I guess ---> Chorus: [E]Every rose has its t[A]horn. Just like e[E]very night has its [A]dawn. - Just like e[E]very cow[B]boy sings a sa[A]d, sad s[E]ong. + Just like e[E]very cow[B]boy sings a [A]sad, sad [E]song. E[E]very rose has its th[A]orn. Bridge: [C#m] Though it's been a wh[B]ile now, I can st[A]ill feel so much pa[E]in. [C#m] Like a knife that cu[B]ts you the wound heals,[A] but the scar, that scar remains Solo: [E, A, E, A] [C#m, B, A, E] [C#m, B, A, A] Instrumental: [E,A, E, A] #. I k[E]now I coulda saved our love that night if I'd[A] known what to say. [E] Instead of making love we both[A] made our separate ways. And n[E]ow I hear you've found [A]somebody new, [E]and that I never meant t[A]hat much to you. To h[B]ear that tears me up inside, and to s[A]ee you cuts me like a knife, I guess Chorus: [E]Every rose has its t[A]horn. Just like e[E]very night has its [A]dawn. Just like e[E]very cow[B]boy sings a sa[A]d, sad s[E]ong. E[E]very rose has its th[A]orn.