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SCitting here wasted and wounded
aGt this old piano
TCrying hard to capture
the moment this morning I don'tG know
'CaDuse a bottle of vodka
isC still lodged in my head
AnGd some blond gave me nightmares
I think that she's still in my Cbed
ACs I dream about movies
tDhey won't make of me when I'm Gdead D
V. 2
WCith an ironclad fist I wake up and
French kiss theG morning
While some maCrching band keeps
Cits own beat in my head
GWhile we're talking
DAbout all of the things that IC long to believe
About loGve and the truth and
what you mean to me
ACnd the truth is baby you're Dall that I nGeed D
CHORUS :
EmI want to lay you Ddown in a Cbed of rGoses
EmFor tonite I Dsleep on a bCed on naGils
I want to bCe just as clGose as the CHoly GGhost is
EmAnd lay yDou dCown on bed of roGses
(this verse is played the same way as verse 2)
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
CHORUS
CThe hotel bar hangover whDiskey's gone dry
GThe barkeeper's wig's crooked
And she's giving me the eye
CI might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard DI think GI died
CWhen you close your eyes
Know I'll be thinking about Gyou
While my miCstress she calls me
To stand in her spotlight agGain
Tonite I woCn't be alone
But you know that don't
Mean I'm not lonelGy IEm've got nothing to prDove
For it's yCou that I'd die to dGefend D