| There is a bed where I can end my days
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| To think about the road I’ve run the miles I’ve come
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| There is a bed where troubles melt away
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| My lonely hours or hours with you
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| The times that we’ve come through
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| There is a bed where we shared times of love
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| And out of love those nights are memories best forgot
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| We argued about trivial things
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| And slept apart a wall we built among the sheets
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| There is a bed where sickness left its touch
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| And fever damp the sheets where I would shake all night
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| Cold burning on my brow
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| Hallucinations here and now
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| A fight to live or die
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| There is a bed where first we both made love
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| And left the marks, reminders of how good it felt
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| The hard, the soft, the sweat in midnight’s hour
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| We built the fort, we climbed the tower
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| There is a bed where years will make us wise
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| Truth and lies defeat, despise and forgiving
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| The sheets our cradle birth to death
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| The twists and turns of love, the life we’re living
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| There is bed where nights I lay awake
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| To think about my future to forget my past
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| My bed a boat to sail the seas
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| To land where safety finds me gripping to the mast
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| And though I feel the years slip through my fingers
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| Sorrow lingers and won’t go away
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| There is a bed that is my sanctuary
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| A bed where I can end my days
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| There is a bed |