you've done, oh, it's a cross of thorns. Take away, this cross of thorns, look at what you've Done, It's a cross of thorns, cross of thorns. When a
back to the cries We spit upon the life that never was And here we stand In old England's land The rose is choked by it's thorn She will cast salt
Thorns an' prickles easing away Frustration - tiredness too Very soon table will turn And we'll be no longer livin' in the past 'Cause ev'rything
blame I've had enough of trying everything And this time it is the end... CHORUS There's no more coming back this way The path is overgrown and strewn with thorns
enough of trying everything and this time it is the end In the terms of endearment... There's no more coming back this way the path is overgrown and strewn with thorns
Thorns i love it! Rose Thorns that i gave tou I have a question! That if care it Rose Thorns? If you answer yes so prove it! Rose Thorns-tho-thorns-tho-thorns Rose Thorns
back to the cries We spit upon the life that never was And here we stand in Old England's land The rose is choked by its thorn She will cast salt for
it makes the flowers grow I can take the bad times when you wrap your love around me I don't mind the thorns when you're the rose Well I don't mind the thorns
the terms of the years that pass you by In the terms of the reasons why There's no more coming back this way The path is overgrown and strewn with thorns
blood money paid. A kiss betrayed. To be crucified. And for thirty silver pieces. For our sins he died. To wear the crown of thorns. It was his destiny
of love? Do you care enough about yourself? I have worn you're crown of thorns It's no bed of roses, it ain't no crown of thorns Better than lonely,
You have not seen the last of me I'm breeding thorns I'll follow your footsteps down below I will trust all my instincts and bring it home Does it appeal
I'm gaining trust for a lifetime Wherever thorns may grow Bleeding wounds turn to prosperity With a distinguished revolt Better not fail with a guideline
Walking my personal calvary mile to a do-it-yourself-crucifixion, It's a kingdom of clowns wearing martyrdom's crown - I must fight for my hammer and
cross of thorns, cross of thorns Take away, oh, this cross of thorns Look at what you've done, look at what you've done It's a cross of thorns When
crown of thorns And if you call my name I'll be there Still we run, my pride is gone I'm standing alone and I bleed I throw away my crown of thorns
