I know I could...

have saved a love that night
if I'd known what to say
instead of makin' love
we both made our separate ways



but 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 it's thorn
just like every night has it's dawn
just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
every rose has it's thorn





önskar jag kunde leva i rock of ages
eller som en hårdrocksstjärna på åttiotalet




Dagens soundtrack: Poison - Every rose has its thorn





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