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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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