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Poison - Now That’s What I Call Music 14 - Every Rose Has Its Thorn
Now That’s What I Call Music 14
Disc 1
01. Something's Gotten Hold of My Heart
02. Two Hearts
03. Stop!
04. Help!
05. Looking for Linda
06. Fine Time
07. Four Letter Word
08. Stop
09. You Got It
10. She Drives Me Crazy
11. Need You Tonight
12. Burning Bridges (On and Off and On Again)
13. Big Area
14. The Last of The Famous International Playboys
15. Every Rose Has Its Thorn
16. Belfast Child
Disc 2
01. Buffalo Stance
02. Good Life
03. Hey Music Lover
04. Blow the House Down
05. Promised Land
06. Respect
07. Wild Thing
08. I Live for Your Love
09. First Time
10. Straight Up
11. I Only Wanna Be With You
12. Be My Twin
13. Love Like a River
14. All She Wants Is
15. Tracie
16. Love Changes Everything
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 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 night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Yeah, it does

I listen to our favorite song playin' on the radio
Hear the DJ say love's a game of easy come and easy go
But I wonder does he know
Has he ever felt like this
And I know that you'd be here right now
If I could have let you know somehow 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

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 know what to say
Instead of making love
We both made our separate 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 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