Sitting here wasted and wounded
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at this old piano
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Trying hard to capture
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the moment this morning I don't know
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'Cause a bottle of vodka
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is still lodged in my head
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And some blond gave me nightmares
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I 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
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French kiss the morning
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While some marching band keeps
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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 and
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what you mean to me
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And the truth is baby you're all that I need
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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 of 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 a bed of roses
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Well I'm so far away
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That each step that I take is on my way home
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A king's ransom in dimes I'd given each night
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Just to 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 flies me back to you
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I'll just close my eyes and whisper,
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baby blind love is true
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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 of 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 a bed of roses
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The hotel bar 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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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
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To stand in her spotlight again
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Tonite I won't be alone
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But you know that don't
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Mean I'm not lonely I've got nothing to prove
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For it's you that I'd die to defend
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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 of 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 a bed of roses
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Bed Of Roses
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| Bon Jovi |
