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Post by Bree Pititchu on Jun 23, 2010 16:57:05 GMT -4
every rose has it's thorn.
just like every night, has it's dawn. just like every cowboy, sings a sad, sad song. every rose has it's thorn.
bree.
i'm five years old it's getting cold outside, i've got my big coat on.
i hear your laugh and look up smilin' at you,
i run and run.
past the pumpkin patch, and the tractor rides,
look now, the sky is gold, i hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home.
i don't know why the trees change in the fall, i know that you're not scared of anything at all, don't know if snow white's house is near or far,
but i know, i had the best day with you, today.
i'm thriteen now and don't know how
my friends could be so mean,
i came home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys, we drive and drive until we've found a town far enough away, and we talk and window-shop, until ive forgotten all their names.
i have an excellent father, his strength is making me stronger,
God smiles on my little brother,
inside and out,
he's better than i am,
we both lie silently still in the dead of the night,
although we both lie close together, we feel miles apart inside
but i guess that's why they say every rose has it's thorn, just like every night has it's dawn
just like every cowboy, sings a sad, sad song. every rose has it's thorn,
loves a game of easy come, and easy go. but i wonder,
does he know? has he ever felt like this?
and i know you'd be here right now, if i could let you know somehow, every rose has its thorn
just like every night, has its dawn. just like every cowboy, sings a sad, sad song. every rose has it's thorn.
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though its been a while now, i can still feel so much pain. like a knife that cuts you, the wound heals,
but that scar, that scar remains.
friday night beneath the stars, in a field behind your yard,
you and i are painting pictures in the sky, sometimes we don't say a thing,
just listen to the crickets sing,
everything i need
and i know everything about you, i dont wanna live without you
im only up when you're not down,
dont wanna fly if you're still on the ground,
its like no matter what i do,
well it drives me crazy half the time, the other half im only trying to let you know that what i feel is true
and i'm only me when im.... with you.
just a small town boy and girl,
living in a crazy world, trying to figure out what is and isn't true.
and i don't try to hide my tears,
my secrets
or my deepest fears,
through it all nobody gets me like you do,
and you know everything about me,
you say,
that you cant live without me
when i'm with anybody else,
it's so hard to be myself,
and only you can tell,
sweet bree, good times have never been this good.
[/font]just like every night, has it's dawn. just like every cowboy, sings a sad, sad song. every rose has it's thorn.
bree.
i'm five years old it's getting cold outside, i've got my big coat on.
i hear your laugh and look up smilin' at you,
i run and run.
past the pumpkin patch, and the tractor rides,
look now, the sky is gold, i hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home.
i don't know why the trees change in the fall, i know that you're not scared of anything at all, don't know if snow white's house is near or far,
but i know, i had the best day with you, today.
i'm thriteen now and don't know how
my friends could be so mean,
i came home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys, we drive and drive until we've found a town far enough away, and we talk and window-shop, until ive forgotten all their names.
i have an excellent father, his strength is making me stronger,
God smiles on my little brother,
inside and out,
he's better than i am,
we both lie silently still in the dead of the night,
although we both lie close together, we feel miles apart inside
but i guess that's why they say every rose has it's thorn, just like every night has it's dawn
just like every cowboy, sings a sad, sad song. every rose has it's thorn,
loves a game of easy come, and easy go. but i wonder,
does he know? has he ever felt like this?
and i know you'd be here right now, if i could let you know somehow, every rose has its thorn
just like every night, has its dawn. just like every cowboy, sings a sad, sad song. every rose has it's thorn.
though its been a while now, i can still feel so much pain. like a knife that cuts you, the wound heals,
but that scar, that scar remains.
friday night beneath the stars, in a field behind your yard,
you and i are painting pictures in the sky, sometimes we don't say a thing,
just listen to the crickets sing,
everything i need
and i know everything about you, i dont wanna live without you
im only up when you're not down,
dont wanna fly if you're still on the ground,
its like no matter what i do,
well it drives me crazy half the time, the other half im only trying to let you know that what i feel is true
and i'm only me when im.... with you.
just a small town boy and girl,
living in a crazy world, trying to figure out what is and isn't true.
and i don't try to hide my tears,
my secrets
or my deepest fears,
through it all nobody gets me like you do,
and you know everything about me,
you say,
that you cant live without me
when i'm with anybody else,
it's so hard to be myself,
and only you can tell,
sweet bree, good times have never been this good.
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