Cee Lo Green - Thorns Lyrics
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Thorns
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What Are The Lyrics For Thorns By Cee Lo Green?
Why won't you give me a reason why?
Babe, I'm begging you please Oh, I suppose the redder the rose The many more thorns, baby The more thorns you find Of the bouquet I chose The most beautiful rose And with my love I proposed Round and round it goes And up from the ground it grows And eventually dies so slow That's why I need to know Why won't you give me a reason why? Babe, I'm begging you please Oh, I suppose the redder the rose The many more thorns, baby The more thorns you find I find it harder to face The one rose I put in a vase Not knowing you need more space It reminds me that I can feel It reminds me that I can still heal 'Cause I smell your fragrance still And I always will Why won't you give me a reason why? Babe, I'm begging you please Oh, I suppose the redder the rose The many more thorns, baby The more thorns you find Won't you give me a reason why? Now you're making a grown man cry I suppose the redder the rose Many more thorns, baby More thorns you find They say that real men are not supposed to cry Next time give me fake roses so they'll never die Why won't you give me a reason why? Babe, I'm begging you please Oh, I suppose the redder the rose The many more thorns, baby The more thorns you find Won't you give me a reason why? Now you're making a grown man cry I suppose the redder the rose Many more thorns, baby More thorns you find |
Who Wrote Thorns By Cee Lo Green?
Alexander Kresovitch, Hayden Alexander Frank, Samuel Harris, Thomas Callaway, Hayden Frank
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What's The Duration Of The Thorns By Cee Lo Green?The duration of Thorns is 3:30 minutes and seconds. |
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