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  Bb                                            F
Sitting here wasted and wounded with this old piano.
       Bb                                         F
Trying hard to capture the moment, this morning I don't know.
         Am                    Bb                       F
'Cause a bottle of vodka still lies in my head and some blonde
                                                   Bb
Gave me nightmares, I think that she's still in my bed.
     Bb                      C                         F
As I think about movies they won't make of me when I'm dead.

        Bb                                          F
With an iron-clad fist I wake up to french-kiss the morning.
        Bb                                                        F
While a marching band keeps it's own beat in my head while we're talking
     Am                  Bb                       F         
About all of the things I longed to believe, about love, the truth,
                            Bb
What you mean to me and the truth is...
Bb          C                      F
Baby you're all that I need.

        Dm      C         Bb     F  
I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses.
Dm        C          Bb     F  
Tonight I sleep on a bed of nails.
        Bb         F            Bb   F
I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is.
Dm  C   Bb                F
Lay you down, on a bed of roses.



        Bb                                          F
I'm so far away, each step that I take's on my way home.
        Bb                                                        F
A king's ransom in dimes I'd give each night to see through this payphone.
       Am                      Bb                           F         
But I'd run out of time or it's hard to get through till the bird on the wire
                                    Bb
Flies me back to you. I'll just close my eyes. 
                  Bb             C
And whisper "baby blind love is true".

Bridge:
    Bb                  C
The hotel bars hangover whiskey's gone dry.
       F                
The bartender's wig's crooked, she's giving me the eye.
  Bb                       Bb              C         F  
I might've said yes, but I laughed so hard I think I died.

        Bb                                          F
Now as you close your eyes you know I'll be thinking about you.
        Bb                                            F
My mistress she calls me to stand in her spotlight again.
       Am                      Bb                       F         
I won't be alone, you know that don't mean I'm not lonely.
                     Bb           Bb                C
I've got nothing to prove, for its you I'd die to defend.