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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