Sitting here wasted and wounded
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at this old piano
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Trying hard to capture the moment
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this morning I don't know
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'Cause a bottle of vodka is still lodged
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in my head And some blond
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gave me nightmares
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Baby she's still in my bed
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As I dream about movies
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they won't make of
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me when I'm dead
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With an ironclad fist
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I wake up and
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French kiss the morning
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While some marching band
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keeps its 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 and the truth
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what you mean me and the truth is
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baby you're all that I need
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I want to lay you down
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on a bed of roses
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For tonite I sleep
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on a bed on nails
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I want to be just as close as
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the Holy Ghost is
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And lay you down
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on bed of roses
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Well I'm so far away
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That each step that I
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take is on my way home
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A king's ransom in dimes
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I'd given each night
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see through this payphone
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Still I run out of time
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Or it's hard to get through
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Till the bird on the wire
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flies me back to you
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I'll just close my eyes
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and whisper
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baby blind love is true
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I want to lay you down
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on a bed of roses
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For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails
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I want to be just as close as
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the Holy Ghost is
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And lay you down on bed of roses
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when the hotel bar
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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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I might have said yeah
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But I laughed so hard I think I died
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I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
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For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails
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I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
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And lay you down on bed of roses
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Bed Of Roses
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