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SittinBbg here wasted and wounded with this old piano.F
Trying Bbhard to capture the moment, this morning I Fdon't know.
'Cause a Ambottle of vodka still Bblies in my head and some Fblonde
Gave me nightmares, I think that she's still in my Bbbed.
As I Bbthink about movies they Cwon't make of me when I'm Fdead.
With an Bbiron-clad fist I wake up to french-kiss the Fmorning.
While a Bbmarching band keeps it's own beat in my head while we're tFalking
AboutAm all of the things IBb longed to believe, aboutF love, the truth,
What you mean to me and the Bbtruth is...
BbBaby you're Call that I need. F
I wanna Dmlay you Cdown in a Bbbed of Froses.
DmTonight I Csleep on a Bbbed of Fnails.
I wanna Bbbe just as Fclose as the BbHoly FGhost is.
DmLay Cyou Bbdown, on a bed of Froses.
I'm so fBbar away, each step that I take's on my way hFome.
A king'sBb ransom in dimes I'd give each night to see through this pFayphone.
But I'dAm run out of time or it'sBb hard to get through till theF bird on the wire
Flies me back to you. I'll just closBbe my eyes.
And whisper "baby Bbblind love is tCrue".
The Bbhotel bars hangover Cwhiskey's gone dry.
The barFtender's wig's crooked, she's giving me the eye.
I Bbmight've said yes, but I Bblaughed so hard CI think I Fdied.
Now as yBbou close your eyes you know I'll be thinkingF about you.
My mistrBbess she calls me to stand in her spotlight agaFin.
I won'tAm be alone, you know thatBb don't mean I'm not lonelFy.
I've got nothing to pBbrove, for itsBb you I'd die to deCfend.
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