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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 is 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 ironclad fist I wake up
and French kiss the morning,
While some marching band keeps
it's own beat in my head
while we're talking
About all of the things that I long to believe,
About love and 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 take is on my way home,
A king's ransom in dimes I'd given 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.

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.

The hotel bar hangover whisky's gone dry,
The barkeeper's wig's crooked, and she's giving me the eye.
I might have said yeah, but I laughed so hard I think I died.

When 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, on a bed of roses.

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