Bed of roses

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Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano. Trying hard to capture
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the moment this mornig I don't know 'cause a bottle of vodka is still lodged
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in my head and some blond gave me nightmares, I think that she's still in my
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bed. As I dream about movies 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. While some
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marching band keeps its own beat in my head while we're talking. About all
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of the things that I long to believe about love and the truth and what you
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mean to me, and the truth is    baby you'r all that I need.

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I want to lay you down on a bed of roses. For tonight I sleep on a bed of
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nails. I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is and lay you down on
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a bed roses.

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Well I'm so far away that each step that I take is on my way home. A king's
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ransom in dimes I'd give each night, to see through this payphone. Still I
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run out of time or it's hard to get through. Till the bird on the wire flies
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me back to you. I'll just close my eyes and whisper, Baby blind love is true

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I want to lay you down on a bed of roses. For tonight I sleep on a bed of
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nails. I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is and lay you down on
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a bed roses.

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



SOLO:


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Now it's you close your eyes know I'll be thinking about you. While my
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mistress she calls me to stand in her spotlight again. Tonight I won't be
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but you know that don't mean I' m not lonely I've got nothing to prove for
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it's you that I'd die to defend

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I want to lay you down on a bed of roses. For tonight I sleep on a bed of
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nails. I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is and lay you down on
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a bed roses.

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I want to lay you down on a bed of roses. For tonight I sleep on a bed of
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nails. I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is and lay you down on
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a bed roses.