Bed of roses

       (12/8)

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1.        Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano,

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       trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know,

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       'cause a bottle of vodka's still lodged in my head

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       and some blonde gave me nightmares I think that she's still in my bed

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       as I dream about movies they won't make of me when I'm dead.

2.        With an ironclad fist I wake up and French kiss the morning

       while some marching band keeps its own beat in my head while I'm talking

       about all of the things that I long to believe,

       about love and the truth and what you mean to me

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       and the truth is, baby you're all that I need.

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Refr.        I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses

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       for tonight I sleep in a bed of nails.

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       I want be just as close as the holy ghost is

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       and lay you down in a bed of roses.

3.        Well, I'm so far away that each step that I take's on my way home.

       A king's ransom in dimes I'd give 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.

Refr.        I wanna lay...

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Brid.        Well, this hotel bar's hangover whisky's gone dry.

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       The barkeeper's wig's crooked and she's giving me the eye.

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       Well, I might have said yeah but I laughed so hard I think I died.

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4.        Now, as you close your eyes, know I'll be thinking about you

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       while my mistress she calls me to stand in the spotlight again.

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       Tonight I won't be alone but you know that don't mean I'm not lonely.

                    |Am           G/H              F/C             F/C        |C      G/H

       I've got nothing to prove for it's you that I'd die to defend.

Refr.        I wanna lay...