Sitting here wasted and woundedat this old pianoTrying hard to capture the morningI don't knowA bottle of Wodka still logged in my headSome blonde gave me nightmaresI think that she's still in my bedI dream about moviesThey won't make of me when I'm deadI wanna lay you down in a bed of rosesFor tonight I sleep on a bed of nailsI wanna be just as close asThe holy ghost isLay you downOn a bed of roses
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