| In my bed of black roses
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| Where I dream secrets the back of my eyelids keep
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| So you wanna believe all the things you’ve been told
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| And all the promises that you won’t grow old
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| In the life made up of strings
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| Being pulled by secret beings
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| And now I know my falls and fights that brought me here
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| Of things that seem to disappear you can’t understand my sane nightmare
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| In my bed of black roses
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| Where I dream secrets the back of my eyelids keep
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| In my red sky hypnosis
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| It’s only my beginning
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| And I have the feeling I’ll go
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| Down my own road
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| Everyone still walks with fear in their lives
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| Past the place movie stars go to die
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| Streetlights filter through my blinds
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| Knowing life’s a real short time
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| And now I shake the hands of all my old enemies
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| I ignore the threat of their disease
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| I choose the road ahead I please
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| In my bed of black roses
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| Where I dream secrets the back of my eyelids keep
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| In my red sky hypnosis
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| It’s only my beginning
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| And I have the feeling I’ll go
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| If this is what you are
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| Than this is where I am
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| If this is where you are
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| Than this is where I stand
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| I stand alone
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| Alone
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| Bed of black roses
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| Where I dream secrets the back of my eyelids keep
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| In my red sky hypnosis
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| It’s only my beginning
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| And I have the feeling that I’ll go
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| I’ll go down my own road
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| Bed of black roses
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| Where I dream secrets the back of my eyelids keep
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| In my red sky hypnosis
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| It’s only my beginning
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| And I have the feeling I’ll go
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| Where ever it is I want to go
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| Woah, woah |