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Sitting here wasted and wounded At this old piano Trying hard to capture the moment This morning I don't know Cause a bottle of vodka's Still lodged in my head And some blond gave me nightmares I think that she's still in my bed As I dream about movies They won't make of me when I'm dead With an iron clad fist I wake up... and french kiss the morning While some marching band Keeps its own beat in my head While we're talking About all of the things That I long to believe About love... the truth... And what you mean to me And the truth is Baby you're all that I need I want to lay you down in a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down on a bed of roses Well I'm so far away Each step that I takes on my way home A king's ransom in dimes I'd give each night To see through this payphone Still I run out of time Or it's hard to get through Till the bird on the wire Flies me back to you I'll just close my eyes, and whisper Baby, blind love is true I want to lay you down in a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down on a bed of roses Well this hotel bar's hangover-whiskey's gone dry The bar keepers wigs crooked And shes giving me the eye Well I might've said yeah But I laughed so hard I think I died Now as you close your eyes Know I'll be thinking about you While my mistress she calls me To stand in her spotlight again Tonight, I won't be alone But you know that don't mean I'm not lonely I've got nothing to prove For it's you that I'd die to defend I want to lay you down in a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down... I want to lay you down in a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down on a bed of roses |
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