Bb                                            F
Sitting here wasted and wounded at 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 is still lodged in my head and some blond
                                                   Bb
gave me nightmares, I think that she's still in my bed.
     Bb                      C                         F
As I dream about movies they won't make of me when I'm dead.
        Bb                                          F
With an ironclad fist I wake up to french kiss the morning.
        Bb                                                        F
While some marching band keeps it's own beat in my head while we're talking
      Am                  Bb                       F
about all of the things that I longed to believe, about love, the truth,
                            Bb
and what you mean to me and the truth is...
Bb          C          (rhythm fig #1)
Baby you're all that I need.


Chorus:
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        Dm      C         Bb     F   (rhythm fig #3)
I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses.
    Dm        C          Bb     F    (rhythm fig #2)
For 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.


Verse #2:
    Bb                                        F
Well 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 just to see through this payphone.
    Am                           Bb                          F
Still I 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    Am       F
And whisper "baby blind is true".

Bridge:
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          Bb                  C
Well this hotel bars hangover whiskey's gone dry.
       F
The barkeeps wig's crooked, and she's giving me the eye.
       Bb                         Bb              C         F  (rhythm fig. #1)
Well I might've said yeah, Well I laughed so hard I think I died.

(UHHH Yeah)

Verse 3:
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Bb                                                F
Now as you close your eyes, know I'll be thinking about you.
      Bb                                                 F
While my mistress she calls me to stand in her spotlight again, Tonight.
Bb                                                F
I won't be alone, To know that don't mean I'm not lonely.
         D          C               Bb                F
I've got nothing to prove, for it's you I'd die to defend.