Bed Of Roses
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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 still lies 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 ironclad 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 on 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 take is on my way home
a king's ransom in dimes I'd give each night
just 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
CHORUS
the hotel bar hangover whiskey's gone dry
the barkeeper's wig's crooked
and she's giving me the eye
well i might have 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 tonite
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
CHORUS x2
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