I know I could have saved a love that night
If I'd known what to say
Instead of making 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 its thorn...
God natt!
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