^B Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old ^F piano Trying ^B hard to capture the moment this morning I^F don't know 'Cause a^Am bottle of vodka still^B lodged in my head And some ^F blond gave me nightmares I think she's still in my ^B bed As I dream about movies they ^C won't make of me when I'm ^F dead With an ^B ironclad fist I wake up and French kiss the^F morning While some ^B marching band keeps it's own beat in my head while we're^F talking About^Am all of the things that I^B long to believe About^F love and the truth and what you mean to me And the ^B truth is ^C baby you're all that ^F I need I want to ^Dm lay you ^C in a^B bed of^F roses For^Dm tonight I ^C sleep on a^B bed on^F nails I want to^B be just as ^F close as the^B Holz^F Ghost is And^Dm lay^C you^B down on bed of^F roses Well I'm^B so far away that each step that I take is on my^F way home A king's^B ransom in dimes I'd give each night to see through this^F pay phone Still I^Am run out time or it's^B hard to get through Till the ^F bird on the wire flies me back to you ^B I'll just close my eyes and whisper^C "baby blind love is^F true"

®: This^B hotel bar hangover^C whiskey's gone dry The bar^F keeper's wig's crooked and she's giving me the eye I^B might have said yeah but I laughed so hard^C I thing I^F died

Now as^B you close your eyes know I'll be thinking^F about you While my^B mistress she call me to stand in her spotlight^F again Tonight I^B won't be alone but you know that don't mean I'm not^F lonely I've got^B nothing to prove for it's you^C that I'd die to^F defend

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Slovensko Hľadá Superstar - Bed Of Roses