| 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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| Is still lodged in my head
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| And some blonde gave 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 and
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| French kiss the morning
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| While some marching band keeps
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| Its 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 the truth and
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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 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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| Well I'm so far away
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| That each step that I take 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 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 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
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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 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 |