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Bed of Roses

Bed of Roses



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 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

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 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's on my way home

A king's ransom in dimes

I'd give each night

To see through this pay phone

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



The hotel bar hangover

Whiskey'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



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

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

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