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Monday, October 22, 2007 - ore 22:18
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Sitting here wasted and wounded At this old piano Trying hard to capture The moment this morning I don’t know cause a bottle of vodka Is still lodged in my head And some blond gave me nightmares I think shes 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 were 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 youre all that I need
I want to lay you on a bed of roses For tonite 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 kings 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
I want to lay you down on a bed of roses For tonite 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
The hotel bar hangover whiskeys gone dry The barkeepers wigs crooked And shes giving me the eye I might have said yeah But I laughed so hard I think I died
When you close your eyes Know Ill be thinking about you While my mistress she calls me To stand in her spotlight again Tonite I won’t be alone But you know that dont Mean Im not lonely I’ve got nothing to prove For its you that I’d die to defend
I want to lay you down on a bed of roses For tonite 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
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