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