| Sitting here wasted and wounded
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| At this old piano
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| Trying hard to capture
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| The moment this morning I don’t know
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| 'Cause a bottle of vodka
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| Still lodged in my head
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| And some blonde gave me nightmares
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| 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
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| It’s own beat in my head
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| 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 truth
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| 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 wanna 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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| Oh, I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
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| And lay you down on bed of roses
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| Well I’m so far away
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| Step that I takes on my way home
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| A king’s ransom in dimes give each night
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| 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 flies me back to you
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| I just close my eyes and whisper
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| Baby blind love is true
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| I wanna 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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| Oh, I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
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| And lay you down on the bed of roses
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| Well this hotel bar’s hangover whiskey’s gone dry
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| The barkeeper’s wig’s crooked and
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| She’s giving me the eye
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| Well I might have said yeah
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| But I laughed so hard I think I died
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| Ooh yeah
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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 won’t be alone
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| To know that don’t
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| Mean I’m not lonely I’ve got nothing to prove
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| For it’s you that I’d die to defend
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| I wanna 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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| Oh, I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
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| And lay you down
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| I wanna 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 wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
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| And lay you down on bed of roses |