Poison - Every rose has its thorn standard tuning

^GWe both lie silently still, in the dead of the^Cadd9 night. Although we b^Goth lie close together, we feel m^Cadd9iles apart inside. Was it som^Gething I said, or so^Cadd9mething I did, did my wo^Grds not come out ^Cadd9right? Though I t^Dried not to hurt you, though I ^Ctried, but I guess that's why they say

^GEvery rose has its t^Cadd9horn. Just like e^Gvery night has its ^Cadd9dawn. Just like e^Gvery cow^Dboy sings a sa^Cd, sad s^Gong. E^Gvery rose has its th^Corn.

^GListen to our favorite song, playing on the r^Cadd9adio. Well the ^GDJ says loves a game of easy come and^Cadd9 easy go. But I w^Gonder, does he ^Cadd9know, has he e^Gver felt like t^Cadd9his. Well I k^Dnow that you'd be here right now if I ^C c^Coulda let you know somehow, I guess

^GEvery rose has its t^Cadd9horn. Just like e^Gvery night has its ^Cadd9dawn. Just like e^Gvery co^Dwboy sings a s^Cad, sad ^Gsong. E^Gvery rose has its th^Corn.

Th^Emough it's been awhi^Dle now, I can st^Cill feel so much p^Gain. ^Em Like a knife that ^Dcuts you the wound heals,^C but the scar, that scar remains

I k^Gnow I coulda saved our love that night if I'd^Cadd9 known what to say. ^G Instead of making love we both^Cadd9 made our separate ways. And n^Gow I hear you've found ^Cadd9somebody new, and ^Gthat I never meant that ^Cadd9much to you. To h^Dear that tears me up inside, and to s^Cee you cuts me like a knife, I guess

^GEvery rose has its t^Cadd9horn. Just like e^Gvery night has its ^Cadd9dawn. Just like eve^Gry cow^Dboy sings a sa^Cd, sad s^Gong. E^Gvery rose has its th^Corn. ^G