September
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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's still lodged in my head
and some blonde gave me nightmares, i think that he's 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 we're talking, about all of the things that I long to believe,
about love, the truth, what you mean to me and the truth is,
baby you're all that I need.
I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses,
for tonight I'll sleep on a bed of nails.
I want to be just as close as, the Holy Ghost is
and lay you down on a bed of roses.
Well I'm so far away each step that I take is on my way home
a king's ransom in dimes I'd give each night 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 wanna lay you down in a bed of roses,
for tonight I'll sleep on a bed of nails.
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
and lay you down on a bed of roses.
The hotel bar hangover whiskey's gone dry
the barkeeper's wig's crooked and he's giving me the eye.
Well I might have said yeah but I laughed so hard I think I died.
Now as you close your eyes, know I'll be thinking about you
while my mistress he calls me to stand in her spotlight again.
Tonight, I won't be alone but you know that don't mean I'm not lonely,
I've got nothing to prove for it's you that I'd die to defend.
...ingen annan än Bon Jovi ska det vara
och vill man gråta är det bara att höja!
trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know.
'Cause a bottle of vodka's still lodged in my head
and some blonde gave me nightmares, i think that he's 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 we're talking, about all of the things that I long to believe,
about love, the truth, what you mean to me and the truth is,
baby you're all that I need.
I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses,
for tonight I'll sleep on a bed of nails.
I want to be just as close as, the Holy Ghost is
and lay you down on a bed of roses.
Well I'm so far away each step that I take is on my way home
a king's ransom in dimes I'd give each night 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 wanna lay you down in a bed of roses,
for tonight I'll sleep on a bed of nails.
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
and lay you down on a bed of roses.
The hotel bar hangover whiskey's gone dry
the barkeeper's wig's crooked and he's giving me the eye.
Well I might have said yeah but I laughed so hard I think I died.
Now as you close your eyes, know I'll be thinking about you
while my mistress he calls me to stand in her spotlight again.
Tonight, I won't be alone but you know that don't mean I'm not lonely,
I've got nothing to prove for it's you that I'd die to defend.
...ingen annan än Bon Jovi ska det vara
och vill man gråta är det bara att höja!
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