Lyrics
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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
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Is still lodged in my head
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And some blonde give 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
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And French kiss the morning
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While some marching band keeps its own beat
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In my head 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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And 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 in a bed of roses
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For tonight I sleep on a bed of 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 a bed of roses
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Well I'm so far away
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That each step that I take
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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
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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 in a bed of roses
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For tonight I sleep on a bed of 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 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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Tonight I won't be alone
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But you know that don't mean I'm not lonely
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I've got nothing to prove for it's you
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That I'd die to defend
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I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
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For tonight 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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