The bed of roses has become one of thorns;
a thousand memories prick and mock me in my loneliness,
but i lie tied to the lonely bed by the chain of my mind's voice.
oh somebody! ease my shame and pain,
oh somebody, anybody..just give me a chalice of wine!
a thousand memories prick and mock me in my loneliness,
but i lie tied to the lonely bed by the chain of my mind's voice.
oh somebody! ease my shame and pain,
oh somebody, anybody..just give me a chalice of wine!
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