Some say [F]love it is a [C]river That [Bb]drowns the tender [F]reed Some say [F]love it is a [C]razor That [Bb]leaves your soul to [F]bleed Some say [Am]love it is a [Dm]hunger An [Bb]endless aching [C]need I say [F]love it is a [C]flower And [Bb]you it''''s only [F]seed It''''s the [F]heart afraid of [C]breaking That [Bb]never learns to [F]dance It''''s the [F]dream afraid of [C]waking That [Bb]never takes the [F]chance It''''s the [Am]one who won''''t be [Dm]taken Who [Bb]cannot seem to [C]give And the [F]soul afraid of [C]dying That [Bb]never learns to [F]live And the [F]night has been too [C]lonely And the [Bb]road has been too [F]long. And you [F]think that love is [C]only For the [Bb]lucky and the [F]strong. Just [Am]remember in the [Dm]winter Far [Bb]beneath the bitter [C]snow Lies the [F]seed that with the [C]sun''''s love, In the [Bb]spring, becomes a [F]rose {title:The Rose} {artist:Westlife} {author:左鹏}
左鹏
广东 韶关
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