GCadd9
We bGoth lie silently still, in the Cadd9dead of the night.
Although we bGoth lie close together, we feel mCadd9iles apart inside.
Was it soGmething I said, or sCadd9omething I did,
did my woGrds not come out Cadd9right?
Though I tDried not to hurt you, though I Ctried, but I guess that's why they say
GEvery rose has its tCadd9horn.
Just like eGvery night has its Cadd9dawn.
Just like eGvery coDwboy sings a sCad, sad song.
EGvery rose has its thCorn.
I just play G-Cadd9-G-Cadd9
GListen to our favorite song, playing on the rCadd9adio.
Well the GDJ says loves a game of easy come and Cadd9easy go.
But I wGonder, does he Cadd9know, has he eGver felt like tCadd9his.
Well I kDnow that you'd be here right now if I C
coulda let you know somehow, I guess
ThEmough it's been awhiDle now, I can stCill feel so much pGain.
LEmike a knife that cuDts you the wound healsC, but the scar, that scar remaiGns
GCadd9
I kGnow I coulda saved our love that night if I'd Cadd9known what to say.
GInstead of making love we both Cadd9made our separate ways.
And now I heGar you've found someCadd9body new, and tGhat I never meant that mCadd9uch to you.
To hDear that tears me up inside, and to Csee you cuts me like a knife, I guess
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