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Poison - The No. 1 Rock Ballads Album - Every Rose Has Its Thorn
The No. 1 Rock Ballads Album
Disc 1
01. Cryin’
02. The Flame
03. Saltwater
04. Easy
05. Still Got the Blues
06. November Rain
07. When I See You Smile
08. All You Zombies
09. Everything
10. St Teresa
11. Feel Like Making Love
12. Every Rose Has Its Thorn
13. Nowhere to Go
14. I Just Died in Your Arms Tonight
15. One Perfect Day
16. Broken Wings
Disc 2
01. Let’s Make a Night to Remember
02. This Ain’t a Love Song
03. Hard to Make a Stand
04. Hazard
05. I Guess That’s Why They Call It the Blues
06. I Want to Know What Love Is
07. Linger
08. Wind of Change
09. All I Want Is Everything
10. You’re So Vain
11. Cats in the Cradle
12. Don’t Tell Me the Time
13. Joey
14. Shivers
15. Missing You
16. No One Is to Blame
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