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Skip Navigation Links Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don''t know a bottle of vodka is still lodged in my head And some blond gave me nightmares I think 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 and French kiss the morning While some marching band keeps its own beat in my head While we''re talking About all of the things that I long to believe About love and the truth and what you mean to me And the truth is baby you''re all that I need I want to lay you on a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is And lay you down on bed of roses 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 ven each night Just to see through this pay phone 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

Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don''t know a bottle of vodka is still lodged in my head And some blond gave me nightmares I think 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 and French kiss the morning While some marching band keeps its own beat in my head While we''re talking About all of the things that I long to believe About love and the truth and what you mean to me And the truth is baby you''re all that I need I want to lay you on a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is And lay you down on bed of roses 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 ven each night Just to see through this pay phone 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

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Bed Of Roses

Bon Jovi

Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don''t know a bottle of vodka is still lodged in my head And some blond gave me nightmares I think 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 and French kiss the morning While some marching band keeps its own beat in my head While we''re talking About all of the things that I long to believe About love and the truth and what you mean to me And the truth is baby you''re all that I need I want to lay you on a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is And lay you down on bed of roses 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 ven each night Just to see through this pay phone 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

Bon Jovi
Song Title : Bed Of Roses
Album/Film : Bon Jovi
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Lyrics : Jon Bon Jovi
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