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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Bed of Roses - Jon Bon Jovi

Sittin' here wasted and wounded with this old piano
Trying hard to capture the moment...
this mornin' I don't know'
Cause a bottle of vodka's still lodged in my hand
N' some blonde gave me nightmares,
think that 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 n' french kiss the mornin'
While some marching band keeps it's own beat in my head while we're talkin'
About all o' the things that I long to believe
About love, the truth, and what you mean to me, and the truth is
Baby you're all that I need
I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I'll sleep on a bed of nails
I wanna be just as close as your holy ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses
Well I'm so far away, each step that I take's on my way home
A king's ransom in dimes
I'd give each night to see through this payphone
Still I run out of time or it's hard to get through
Til' the bird on the wire flies me back to you
I'll just close my eyes and whisper
Baby, blind love is true
Well this hotel bar's hangover whiskey's gone dry
The barkeeper's wig's crooked, and she's giving me the eye
Well I might have said yeah, but I laughed so hard I think I've died
Now as you close your eyes know I'll be thinkin' about you
While my mistress, she calls me to stand in her spotlight again
Tonight 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


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