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 Bed Of Roses
  2004.05.01. 21:34 
 Crossroad
 
  
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 and  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 and the truth and  what you mean to me  And the truth is baby you're all that I need  
I want to lay you down on a bed of roses  For tonite I sleep on a bed on 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  That each step that I take is on my way home  A king's ransom in dimes I'd given each night  Just to see through this payphone  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  
I want to lay you down on a bed of roses  For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails  I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is  And lay you down on a bed of roses  
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  
When you close your eyes  Know I'll be thinking about you  While my mistress she calls me  To stand in her spotlight again  Tonite 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  
I want to lay you down on a bed of roses  For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails  I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is  And lay you down on a bed of roses 
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