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What is a rose without its thorn
The ache
The break
The beating storm
For all the red
I've seen blue
For all who've caught me
I've let go of a few
I've seen the world
In you face
I've walked away
From your embrace
Won't you find me
Hold me tight
Let the thunder
Give you might
The ache the break
The beating storm
My tears come easy
In this lonely world.