Every Rose Has Its Thorn
We both lie silently still
in the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside
Was it something 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
[Chorus:]
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
playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say loves 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 let you know somehow
I guess
[Chorus]
Though it's been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
but the scar, that scar will remain
[Solo]
I know I could saved a love that night
If I'd known what to say
Instead of makin' 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
[Chorus]
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Это – Я!
(Музыка и Слова – Блондинка КсЮ) Скрывая боль, Скрывая страх Под улыбкой – Маской счастья, Я - как сломанный компас Ты – как раненный ангел, Не видишь моих слез Вот я стою пред тобой на коленях Гордая,
It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry
Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby, Can't buy a thrill. I've been up all night, baby, Leanin' on the window sill. If I die On top of the hill And if I don't make it, You
Wonderless
I don't care if your beautiful lips Exist out there 'cause I'm wonderless Why the best can't make it in Hollywood No more It's like a long drag taken Before the smoke hits the white
Я Пою, Пока Живой
Вот опять я с вами в ресторане, Голос мой немножечко хмельной. Мне в угарном пьяном балагане Легче петь, чтоб не дружить с тоской. ПРИПЕВ: Эх ты, жизнь, летишь и мчишься, не жалея седока! Эх ты,
