Hell's Bed of Roses

1. You’re wasting my time
I think you had too much wine
When you disconnected your own phone line
I tried to call you, but I guess you refused
You think self-isolation was fine

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Your foolish thoughts devours you
You think you’d rest in peace, my friend
But you’ll only be lying to yourself when you’re lying on…

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Hell’s bed of roses
Or hell’s bed or thorns
Hell’s bed of Roses
Or Hell’s bed of thorns

2. They’re hurting your pride
You think your friends’ are so nice
When they look upon your face with a knife
You try to break free, but you just couldn’t see
You think all these are part of your life

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3. There was a knock on the door
I think you heard it before
You said that you don’t need the salesman to call
You try to take hold of what you cannot control
You might as well just open the door

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